ZURI

“Rogues!” someone shouted as snarls erupted outside.

“Don’t move from this spot,” I ordered Leona, already climbing out of the carriage.

I hit the ground running, dagger in hand. My heart pounded, drawing out every instinct screaming at me to hide. I wasn’t just Zuri anymore. I was Zion, a warrior from Moonshade. And Zion didn’t cower.

The lead guard had already fallen, blood soaking the dirt road. Another rogue lunged for a second guard. I moved ...