Gideon's POV
The thick stench of dark magic and metallic blood grew stronger with every stride. Kane bounded through the mouth of the ravine, his massive paws kicking up loose shale as Eric and a dozen of our top enforcers fell into position beside us.
Ahead, tucked into the shadowed basin of the gorge, lay Lucian’s forward camp.
It was a far cry from the formidable war camp it had been hours ago. Supply crates were overturned, fires smoldered untended, and half the tents were shredded. More than half his fighters had fled, leaving behind a pathetic fraction of his once-terrifying force.
We moved in swiftly, fanning out until my warriors completely encircled the basin, sealing off every escape route into the rocks.
Kane lowered his heavy head, his shoulders bunching as a deep, reverb
