Andrei’s POV
My hand was on the sword at my hip before the sound of the arrow’s thwack into the tree finished echoing. I tossed aside my pack, adrenaline forcing my muscles to bunch and my mind to race.
And then came the chaos.
The sound of war cries ahead. The clash of steel. The howls of wolves.
“Ambush! Formation!” Damon cried out over the sudden din. Our warriors formed a tight circle, shields up, weapons drawn. Our best wolf fighters shifted, snarling and prepared.
A moment later, the first wave came.
Rogues. Grunts to front the line and force us back while the warriors who possessed those ruby arrows waited. Bided their time.
They seemed to pour out of the trees and mist, even from the rotting undergrowth like they were a part of the forest themselves. Dozens of rogues descend
