Sin's skin crawled at the sight of the foreboding gray battlements of Rythgar rising like unforgiving stone war gods against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Good. Once it set, it would be nearly dark and he'd still have a few hours before dawn to accomplish his mission.
He'd made good time. Going down the mountain, even at night, had been much faster than going up it had been. And once he was down and had reached the East Road, he'd run. Hard.
As if the beasts of hell were after him. And in a way, they were. The clock was ticking. He'd have to move swiftly.
He had to thank Rein for taking him to the North Palace. The beautiful castle sat closer to Rythgar than he was sure Raul, or any of the werewolf rulers who'd come before, had ever realized.
Rein.
Each time Sin thought of h
