Chapter 13: The Bond's Fury

The metallic clink outside the cave was a death knell. All softness, all hesitation, vanished from Kaelen’s face in an instant. The warrior, the survivor, took over. He was on his feet in a fluid motion, his injured arm seemingly forgotten. “How many?” I whispered, my own dagger held ready, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. He closed his eyes for a second, his head tilted, listening. “Three. Maybe four. They’re fanning out. Trying to flank the entrance.” His eyes met mine,...