Morning light broke across the towers when three riders came through the gates. Aeon led, behind him rode Alec and the youngest, Alyn, sharp-eyed and silent.
Liam stepped forward. Damian at his side.
Aeon called, voice deep. “We heard whispers of Ashbanes. We ride to stand with you.”
“ We are honoured, Aeon,” Damian said.
Aeon dismounted. “Distance means nothing when blood is hunted. My sons will not sit idle while monsters drink villages dry.”
Liam nodded once. “You stand by your word, we will not forget this.”
Evening came. Torches lit. Soldiers split into groups. Orders rang through the yard.
Aeon walked with Liam and Damian. He pointed toward the scouts tightening straps on saddles.
“Let Alyn ride with them,” Aeon said.
Damian frowned. “The boy is young.”
Aeon smiled. “If an
