Chloe’s pov
The mountain air outside the burning timber gates hit my lungs like ice, stinging with the thick stench of black smoke, pine pitch, and blood.
Down in the central courtyard, the rogue camp was a raging inferno. Tents collapsed into red embers, wooden palisades splintered, and panicked rogue sentries screamed as Red Moon heavy warriors carved through their line. Through the haze of fire and smoke, Nash’s deafening roar echoed across the valley, his broadsword clashing relentlessly against Fernando’s dark blade.
I forced myself not to turn back.
"Keep moving, My Lady!" Ted gritted out, his massive frame carving a path through the dense, burning thickets along the northern drainage ditch.
He held his short knife drawn in his right hand, his left arm wrapped tight around Lisa’
