Dawn broke blood red over Ironridge.
No sun. Just that ugly red light bleeding across the sky, like the world already knew what was about to happen.
I stood at the front of the legion with Darius and Elias, the east wall of the fort looming 20 feet above us. The wall was old, pitted, and ugly - but it was also the weakest point, and it was crawling with enemies.
Varek was on the wall.
I could see him even from here - tall, broad, Kade’s armor still on his shoulders like he thought it made him the rightful heir. He had a silver blade in his hand and a smirk on his face.
He’d been expecting us.
“Ready?” Darius asked quietly. His black wolf was already half-risen in his eyes.
I drew my sword and felt the weight of it in my hand. “Ready.”
Elias nocked an arrow, silver tip gleam
