Nestor’s POV
When the last of us landed on the ground, the siren rang.
“That is interesting.” Zenebe chimed in with a chuckle.
I looked around; the yard had fewer trees and grass stretching through to the palace that is five minutes’ walk from where we were standing. “Let’s split up into two groups. We will go ahead to the fortress and the other half spread out and eliminate any viable threat.” We had half of the lions with us when we approached the building. At least the residential houses were not close for us to worry about innocent casualties.
We halted when Jefar showed up with his warriors, holding guns. I cursed because if they were having silver bullets in them; we were in trouble.
“Well, well, well… isn’t it nice to see you again, my beautiful queen. Did you bring everyon
