Chapter Thirty
Griffin
The ground trembled beneath Griffin’s feet, and a cloud of dust rose into the sky, obscuring the rising moon.
“It sounds like a stampede.” Brea stared down the mountain pathway into the Northern Vatlands. They waited for Egan’s army along the open tundra of the Iskalt snow plains, hoping to trap the Dark Fae army against the vast mountain ridge.
“It is a stampede.” Griffin didn’t take his eyes off the narrow mountain pass where they would get their first glimpse of Egan’s army any minute. Even now they could hear the grunts and snorts of Egan’s foot soldiers and the grating sound of ogre’s laughing. “I did tell you about the ogres, didn’t I?”
“Ogres?” Myles took a step back behind the line of fae rulers. “For real?”
“For real.” Griffin sighed. “But keep your ey
