wyverns and riders slam into the ruks.
Sending Borte, Falkan, and Yeran
scattering, ruk and wyvern screaming as they
hit the earth and rolled.
Clearing the path overhead for a
gargantuan wyvern to come diving for Aelin.
She blasted a wall of flame skyward as the
wyvern stretched out its claws for her, for the
Lord of the North.
The wyvern banked, rising, and dove again.
The Lord of the North reared, holding his
ground as the wyvern aimed for them.
But Aelin leaped from his back, and
slapped his flank with the flat of her sword,
throat so broken from roaring that she
couldn’t form the words. Go.
The Lord of the North only lowered his
head as the wyvern barreled toward them.
She did not have enough magic—not to
turn the thing into ashes.
lily
(lily)
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