He fought far down the city walls, Whitethorn and Fenrys nearby, Aedion unleashing himself upon soldier after soldier with a ferocity that Lorcan knew came from deep, brutal grief. Gavriel was dead. Had died to give his son and those at the western gate a chance to shut them again. Lorcan tucked away the pang in his chest at the thought of it. That the Lion was no more. Which of them would be next?
