Chapter 227: Elaika’s mate.
Reneira grinned, a flicker of mischief twinkling in her eyes. "You’ll see."
Rail didn’t argue further, but a sudden thought pulled his attention elsewhere. Someone was missing. His gaze swept the tent, and then it struck him. Agara. The Fae prince wasn’t present. Which could only mean one thing: the Fae were coming.
His doubt melted into certainty.
If the Fae King himself, or Lucieth, appeared and cast a sacred formation, they might actually shatter the enemy lines. They could burn through those immortal beasts like wildfire. But the thought haunted him, what would the Fae demand in return? They never gave without a cost.
An hour passed in tight-lipped calculation. Every scenario turned in their minds like blades being sharpened. Then Kaisun called for Siamon.
"Gather all the Alphas," he ordered, "in the humans’ strategy tent. Have the human commanders and ministers join too. No delays."
The order echoed, and soon preparations began.
Ren and Gloria, sensing a rare pause in the storm, slipped away to steal a moment for themselves.
They settled into the quiet, and the months apart began to pour out like rainfall.
Gloria spoke first. She had marched to the front lines more than a dozen times, shoulder to shoulder with hardened warriors. Her presence had earned her the soldiers’ respect, not by birthright, but by action. She had eaten at the same tables, baked them fresh loaves of bread not to miss home, shared the same cold fires, and stood among the Elite commanders of Qowen. She had even drawn closer to her uncle, understanding him through the chaos of war.
But...