THE SILVER LINING
"Alpha… we sensed it. A tear. A flash of light not our own. Was it you?"
Miyal raised his head, every fiber shaking, but his voice was clear. "Not just me." His eyes flashed toward Kaelen, then past, as if through rock and heaven he could see the villages, the men, the torches lifted. "It was them. Our men. They've risen."
A shocked stillness held the Elders. Some shivered, some scrunched up their faces in disbelief, others held their prayer beads tighter.
Kaelen stood up, his tone harder, steel cutting through the silence. "You heard him. The Alpha rises and with him, the people. No longer waiting for you to hide behind your chambers. They are willing to fight. Willing to bleed. Willing to
Bab Populer