The Horns the Watchers

Chapter Thirty-nine : The Horns of the Watchers

The night had barely calmed from Max’s distant howl when the second call thundered over the ridges.

Not a wolf’s cry, not a rogue’s wail.

A horn.

Its sound was deep and ancient, vibrating through stone and marrow.

Alicia felt it shudder in her...

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