The journey to the Hall of Kings began beneath a sky streaked with crimson and gold.
The caravan moved in silence.
At its center rode Aria on a white mare draped in silver armor, Moonfang fastened across her back. Around her rode fifty of the Moonstone Pack's finest warriors, while Kael and Marcus led from the front.
Lucian and his Lycan Knights traveled a mile to the north, following a parallel route through the forest to avoid ambush.
Darius...
As expected...
Had disappeared.
No one knew where he had gone.
Marcus had complained the entire morning.
"I still don't understand why we trust that man."
Kael kept his eyes on the road.
"We don't."
Marcus frowned.
"Then why let him come?"
"Because our enemies fear him."
"And right now..."
"We need our enemies afraid."
The Silent
