Chapter 175: What Blood Remembers
Laboni Forest, En Route to the Outpost
Raal's POV
Bal'garon's heavy paws slammed into the dirt, maintaining that relentless, bone-jarring stride that Raal had never quite gotten used to, even after riding the beast for so long.
"Slow your pace, old drunk. The blood will still be fresh when we arrive." Raal patted Bal'garon's side as he spoke.
The ghost dire wolf growled deep in his throat—a low rumble Raal knew meant defiance—and kept his heavy trot exactly the same.
Urim rode a length ahead. His back was rigid as his black-furred cloak trailed after him, his gaze locked forward with a frown. He was the Chief's own blood, a brother to the throne, and he carried himself with the unyielding pride of their line.
