The iron gates of the Storm-Keep loomed like the jaws of a dead leviathan. High above, the sentries paced the battlements, their heavy boots crunching rhythmically against the frost-covered stone. They were completely reliant on the brutal blizzard that Elara had just miraculously bypassed. Confident in their impenetrable magical barrier, the guards were lazy, their attention drifting to the bitter cold rather than the shadows below.
Kael didn't issue a verbal command. A single, sharp hand signal was all it took.
Four of the Blood Moon shadows detached themselves from the main group. They didn't shift into their wolf forms—wolves were too large, too noticeable against the stark black stone. Instead, they moved as humans, scaling the sheer, icy walls flanking the main gate with the terrif
