The Approaching Storm POV: Alpha Kaelen BlackwoodBy nightfall we were both completely wrecked.We'd pushed the Eclipse to thirty seconds, but it cost us — bruises everywhere, nerves still twitching with pain that wasn't even real anymore, throats raw from screaming through it. Marcus had tried to talk us into resting after the twentieth attempt. We didn't have twenty more attempts left in us to spare on rest.No time to actually rest, anyway.I stood on the highest wall of the Keep, wind tearing at my cloak, Elara pressed against my side, leaning most of her weight into my ribs. I kept an arm locked around her waist, just holding her up, and neither of us bothered pretending that was anything other than what it looked like.Below us: ten thousand of our own, standing in dead silence, breath rising in clouds. Torin's men on the left flank, Marcus running the center. Nobody was talking. There's a particular kind of quiet an army gets right before something enormous, and I'd heard it e
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