There was tension heavy in the air, Damien and his men cut through the increase darkness of the forest. A silver crescent moon above them cast down an eerie light on the twisted road. The gentl chirping of the crickets, leaves crunching under hoofbeats, the doleful wailing howls of wolves somewhere in the distance trailed behind them like supernatural warning.
Ahead of him, riding in front, Damien was beside Luna and Nadia, his sharp eyes on the darkness ahead. His warriors rode behind them, armor shining in the moonlight. Victor and Ava rode a pace or two behind them, their faces closed, saying nothing. Damien had them in his power, he was no fool. He knew that trust could not be won back in a night.
Yet Ava had gotten them this far, and if she hadn't been deceiving them when describing
