Chapter seventy one

A strange howling sound roared in a far distance and Rasmus stood up from the pavement he had been sitting one. “That’s a wolf.”

“I know,” Irene whispered, “they will be here soon.”

“Did you have a vision?” he asked.

“I don’t need a vision to know this time,” she smiled softly. They heard a faint sound coming from the woods as their eyes turned to it, they say the five High Chiefs without another nightwalker stepped out. “What are you doing here?” Irene asked.

“To offer our last protection to our prince’s mate. The fight is coming here and this is where it will end,” Malachi answered and his gaze went to Rasmus. “I know you are still mad at me son, but we have to let go of our grudges tonight because none of us knows who is going to be alive tomorrow. This could be the end for all we know.”

“Where is mother?” Rasmus asked.

“She had been spending her days in Willowsmyth for a while now and Willowsmyth has fallen,” he answered.

Rasmus closed his eyes and his hands clenched in tight fist