ROANE
As soon as Roane walked into the encampment, the Christane wolves knew. He still wore Benshire blood on him, and it wasn’t long after that before Christian issued the order. They were marching on their enemy.
“You’ll lose.”
Christian was leaving his tent, his sword ready. Pippa was next to him, and as Roane said those words, she stood next to her brother. Both regarded him with resolved faces. They were going to war. The order had been issued. They were ready.
Christian snapped, “You brought us here. This is why we’re here.”
“They’re being helped by Jacith—”
“And we’re supposed to have The Immortal on our side,” Christian’s voice bellowed. “Where is she?”
“Brother,” Pippa said. Her head turned up, regarding him.
He ignored her, glaring at Roane. “You’re the leader, but you co
