Chapter 21 Twenty One

• The moon loomed high over the training grounds, its silver light casting a ghostly glow upon the gathered warriors. Blood stained the dirt beneath them, the scent thick in the crisp night air.
• My breath hitched as I stood at the edge of the circle, and my heart hammering in my chest.
• I inhaled sharply as my eyes flickered between the bound and beaten figure kneeling before King Marcus, Lucas and the rest of his men. Marcus's dark presence exuding authority.