I stood beside the central hearth, rubbing my hands together as I waited for Miguel’s stealth squad to report back.
Through our soul-bond, I could feel Diego’s calm and vigilant presence hovering outside near the perimeter watchtowers, keeping a hawk-like watch on the Silver Crest border patrols following yesterday's failed skirmish.
"Clear the lane!" Miguel’s voice sounded outside. "Get those crates stacked by the wall and fetch warm blankets from the medical wing."
Three elite Bloodmoon scouts stepped into the hall with their attires decorated with frost. Between them walked two heavily armed guards, surrounding a small, trembling figure wrapped in a oversized, fur-lined travel cloak that nearly dragged along the floorboards.
At first, I squinted at the figure. Then my eyes widened
