Chapter 49: Pelleas

I paced the new camp deep within Adhmad Dé, Cyran on my heels as he gave me the morning report.

"The soldiers are growing restless."

"We're all growing restless, Cyran. Don't say such obvious things to me while I pace around like a caged lion."

I heard him chuckle and turned to scold him when the sound of the horns started. There was only one reason the horns might be sounding and that was if Zylhana was making a move on the camp.

The blaring was deafening to our sensitive faepire ears, but there was no way that anyone in the camp didn't hear the warning blows. The air came alive with energy immediately.

Luckily Zylhana had taken her sweet time in planning her attack, so we had been given time to plan proper defenses should she do anything.

"Find Haldir and then take your positions," I commanded, my wings already out as I began to lift into the air.