The first thing I saw was the fortress. The second thing I felt was fear. Moonfall Fortress rose from the mountain like something built to keep the world out. Dark stone walls stretched across the cliffs. Massive towers stood against the gray sky, their sharp roofs disappearing into the mist. Guards lined the entrance, their weapons visible beneath their cloaks. I had survived the Ash Barrens. I had slept beneath broken trees, fought for scraps of food, and outrun hunters who wanted my head. But as Kael's horse carried me toward those gates, something inside me whispered that I had just traded one kind of danger for another. Kael noticed my silence. “Change your mind?” I looked at him. “No.” “You've been staring at the fortress for ten minutes.” “I'm thinking.” “About?” “Whether your pack is worse than the Barrens.” His mouth twitched. “You'll find out.” I frowned. “That isn't comforting.” “I wasn't trying to comfort you.” At least he was honest. The gates opened.
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