When I’m on, Judd takes us into the air, and then I see them. Dozens of timberwings. “What…” In the distance, on the other side of the rift where the rest of the fae army was feeding in from Fifth Kingdom, I can now see white ships gliding over the snow. Red Raid ships. “What the hell are the snow pirates doing here?” “Oh that? Called in a favor,” Judd shouts back at me with a grin in his voice. “Thought we could use the help.”
