Page 77 of Keeper of the Word (The Unsung and the Wolf Duology #2)

Chapter

Seventy

ELANNA

A s soon as the sovereign’s torch extinguished, they mounted their horses, alongside Hux and four Order knights, to make for the gate.

“How shall we lock the gate with a battering ram in our way?” Kyrie shouted the question as they cantered across the field, weaving through the battle.

All was as Elanna had Seen. Death and bloodshed and the very stench of Adrienne’s evil in the air. Casta vomited once. Kyrie’s face was pale, her bun disheveled. But still, they sought their path. The gate of the city.

They had left Maristel in the care of two Order knights with strict instructions to flee to Renstown at the first sign of danger.

Elanna had told her sisters they could stay. Could flee even. But Casta and Kyrie would not leave her. No longer could StarSeers not act. Whatever this night held, they would do it together.

In the distance, the thump of the battering ram rumbled.

“We shall find a way,” was all Elanna could think to reply to Kyrie.

She clutched to the key as if it might do more than seal Asalle, that it might guide itself into the keyhole.

But an army with a battering ram was certainly a problem.