Marlowe
The horn sounded across the den for the second time in two days, and this time when the club gathered, there was no confusion in their faces — just grim, focused readiness, the particular unity that real, external danger seemed to forge faster than any internal reconciliation could have managed on its own.
King addressed the whole assembled club from the same spot he'd stood defending me just a day earlier, and I watched the crowd's attention lock onto him with none of yesterday's fractured uncertainty.
"Blackfang's moving in force," he said, voice carrying easily across the yard. "Whatever happened yesterday, whatever any of you think about it, we don't have the luxury of staying divided while Vance takes advantage of it. I need every patched member, every prospect, ready to de
