Chapter 34 The Ambush
- The council chambers still smelled of smoke from the torches we had lit during the scout’s report. My palms were cold against the polished table as the Beta finished speaking.
- “There was a skirmish at the northern gate,” he said, voice low. “A handful of attackers—no more than seven. They fought hard, then retreated before we could capture any.”
- The murmurs around the table made my stomach twist.