Amara’s POV
It was too quiet in the morning. No leaf rustled, no bird chirped. The countryside itself seemed to be holding its breath.
The hoofs were then heard. Echoing off the woodland trees, slow and ponderous. Kian was standing next to me on the wall, watching the lone rider come through the fog with narrowed eyes.
Behind us, one of the guards declared, "It's a messenger."
From the other side, Rowan whispered, "From Lilith." He had just joined us, his jaw clenched and his arms folded.
The rider was dressed in blood-and-dirt-stained black robes. A thick hood concealed his face. A pale crimson light gleamed in the eyes of the skeletal horse he rode. There was silence on the wall.
The rider remained silent. At the border of the woodland, he merely up a long wooden rod and hammered i
