their heavy furs. Amongst them, large as
horses, wolves growled. Wolves with riders.
Down the battlefield, portal after portal
opened. Right where Rowan and the cadre had
drawn them in their own blood as they fought.
All to be opened upon this spell. This
command. And beyond each portal, that
teeming mass of people could be seen. The
army.
“I heard you planned to come here, you
see,” Aelin said to Maeve, Rowan’s power a
symphony in her blood. “Heard you planned
to bring the kharankui-princesses with you.”
She smiled. “So I thought to bring some
friends of my own.”
The first of the figures beyond the portal
emerged, riding a great silver wolf. And even
with the furs over her heavy armor, the
female’s arched ears could be seen.
“The Fae who dwelled in Terrasen were not
lily
(lily)
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