Senna’s POV
We held our ground at the ridge. Occasionally, a horrifying scream ripped through the air. Or the howl of a wolf. We sat still as the sounds of the beach told us what was happening.
It was exactly as I expected.
It was a blood bath.
Eventually though, the sounds died down. It was late afternoon by then, and the silence that followed was almost worst than the incessant screams from the beach.
Almost.
“People have realized they can’t get to the spire. Not without being killed. So they’re going to hunt now,” I whispered.
Thor and Thistle didn’t reply. We were so tense, we couldn’t even eat. There was, of course, the chance that someone would make it to the spire. In which case, we’d all die. I wasn’t sure how. Capital guards, probably. That was a given. They weren’t going t
