CHAPTER THIRTY THREE-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT

"Owooo." Jason alerted Gretchen that he caught the scent of the King's riders up ahead. A wave of relief entered Gretchen's chest knowing that she was nearly there until she caught another scent, the one she had smelled the night she confronted her stalkers. The foul stench of the filthy Goblins. 

"Ow Ow Owooo," she answered back. Gretchen and Jason broke from Eason and barreled through forest in search of the smell. As they wove between the trees, their wolf eyes saw nearly a hundred goblins and trolls waging a barrage of arrowS against a handful of the King's men. The horses that had not been lucky enough to run away and find cover, were lying dead or injured on the ground. The more skilled among the soldiers had managed to invoke spells of protection against the incoming projectiles, but those types of spells were short lived and would not last for long.  

Gretchen remembered her vision in the library and the