“He can’t fight them both alone!” They rose higher, the wind whistling in her ears, ruffling her hair. War charged, driving his boots into the grass, and let out a warrior’s cry. Morv whirled around on him, and the hound barreled ahead of his master. Its terrible snarling cry made her shudder. “He’s not alone, and my priority is you.” Over Hel’s shoulder, she spotted Leif, Fennan, and Piper charging in. Presco dropped in from the sky shaking the ground with his heavy weight.
“He’s not alone” 😭
