Chapter 274

(Go to Drakon Point of View)

The night smelled wrong.

Not of wolves, not of blood, not even of magic.

Something older.

Something colder.

Something he had not scented since the night Liore died.

Drakon stood on the crumbling outer rampart of the abandoned fortress he had chosen as his watching place. The stones beneath him were ancient, cracked like old bones, and the forest below breathed with unn