Chapter 58: Rescued
The forest held its breath.
Leaves trembled. Dust settled in the fading light.The air seemed too thick with silence.
The rogues were no longer laughing. No jeers. No snarls. Just the rattle of shallow breaths as they cowered beneath the shadow of iron plated hooves and steel blade halberds.
The patrol had encircled them.They looked like a deadly halo of mounted warriors clad in black and silver, their weapons glinting in the failing light.Autumn’s vision was too hazy to make out the emblems on their vests. But from the colour alone,she could tell that they were not Blackmoons.
And that was all that mattered. She couldn’t go back. She wouldn’t go back to him, no matter where she ended... even if she died. She wasn’t going back!
Muscles rippled under the sleek hides of the horses ,their nostrils flaring with the scent of blood and fear.Their breeds seemed majestic. They were only bred in the North. Every pack Autumn knew exported those horses at quite a fortune. But they were worth it. Some ran faster than machines.
At the center of the ring, the rogues crouched like rodents under the boot of fate.All the lust coated confidence gone down the drain in seconds. Autumn couldn’t help but scoff.
And then...as if like a ripple in the circle, there was a subtle shift in presence.
From between the mounted guards, a figure stepped forward.The voice that had boomed moments ago, slowly materialized into shape. Taller than most. Of course, he was an Alpha. His silhouette looked like a familiar structure.And so did his scent. Autumn had seen the person before.
Poised like a storm wrapped in velvet,his shoulder length dark hair swept back from a face carved in amusement and command.
His cloak billowed slightly with every step as he walked towards them with an amused strut.