The Abattoir: The attack
Bruno’s point of view
The hawk circled once more above the old wood, King Arkavel’s eyes followed the bird carefully.
“We have found our target,” he said calmly, making my stomach tighten.
For the hawk to sense movement, I already knew it had to be Ischavor. I didn’t need to be told twice, because there was no reason for anyone to be there, except him.
Tiano looked ahead.
“This is it,” he said quietly.
King Arkhavel crouched slightly, examining the ground like a hunter studying tracks.
“We won’t attack tonight,” he said, looking ahead.
My head snapped toward him. We definitely have to attack as soon as possible, since we already know his location.
“We wait.” he continued.
“Why?” I demanded, ready to disagree. I was eager to take this mess away
