CHAPTER 43:
We moved down the slope in silence, clinging to shadow and stone, the cold mountain air biting through our clothes. Six of us—me, Kael, Cole, Knox, Jax, Zane—Micah staying behind to command the walls in Brenn’s place. We carried no torches, made no sound, and the great enemy camp below glowed like a fallen star, sprawling across the valley floor, thousands of fires burning bright, hundreds of tents row upon row, and at its very center, a pavilion of black silk that pulsed with a faint, sickly green light. That was where the command waited. That was where we had to go.
“They expect us to stay behind the walls,” Knox whispered, his breath barely visible in the dark. “They think we are trapped. They will be drunk on victory and arrogance. That is our only advantage.”
“Stay low,
