MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING
The marble basins lay empty, gray and slick with river-silt.
"They are already starting to scramble," Kael said, his boots clicking softly on the flagstones as he returned from the observation deck. He had shed his heavy gauntlets, but his hand still rested naturally on his crossguard. "Our scouts report that the temple guards are refusing to man the outer barricades. It’s one thing to stand ready to die for a holy cause, but it’s another to do it with dry throats and empty bellies."
"And the Council?" Eryx asked. He was standing by the high hearth, his shoulder leaning against the carved mantle. The firelight flickered across his face, casting long, sharp shadows that made his high cheekbon