The cold damp of early morning clung to the wet, mossy earth, dripped from the pines towering over them, and seeped through their cloaks and clothing with icy fingers as Rein and Sin approached the outskirts of the rebel encampment three days later.
If only he'd been able to fly safely, Rein knew they could have been at the camp within hours of their departure from the North. But with the witches under Raul's scattered through the skies, flying could trigger an attack so any flight had always been risky.
And now, knowing Rein and Sin had escaped Rythgar by flying, the Clan Leader would be extra vigilant, and had probably already increased the number of trap spells, just in case.
And so they'd had no choice but to make the trek on foot. The journey had been longer than planned because
