10
HALEY
Soldiers,” I gasped, my eyes watering with awe and wonder at the sheer magnitude of Keradoc’s forces. “So many of them.”
The drawbridge was lowered across the moat, and Keradoc and I looked down from the top of the wall as thousands of troops began their long, slow march into the city.
Fae. Demons. Vampires. Witches, even. Most of them were on foot, but there were several supply wagons pulled by the fae-tamed Mares of Night, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. Standing all the way up here, a cold breeze buffeting me, I couldn’t hear the din below, but I could imagine it. The thunk of heavy boots. The creak of the wagon wheels. The soft nickers of the mares.
The moans of the wounded as they limped across, desperately trying not to fall into the moat.
My wonder suddenly tu
