They would fight for this kingdom—their
new court. Their new home.
He could see it in Fenrys’s eyes as he cut a
soldier in two with a deep slice to the middle.
Could see that vision of a future on Lorcan’s
raging face as the warrior wielded magic and
blade to rip through the enemy ranks.
Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers—the
warriors fighting at his side were his brothers.
Had stayed with him through all of it. And
would continue to do so now.
It steeled him as much as the thought of his
mate, still fighting ahead. He had to get to her,
keep close. They all did. Orynth depended
upon it.
No longer slaves. No longer raging and
broken.
A home. This would be their home. Their
future. Together.
Morath soldiers fell before them. Some
lily
(lily)
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