KIRA

The war room filled quickly.

Marcus, Lyra, Adrian, and a dozen of Dante’s best warriors. Maps were spread across the table, showing the route to the old Silvermoon territory.

“It’s three days hard travel,” Marcus said, pointing. “Through unclaimed lands. Dangerous even without a kidnapper ahead of us.”

“Then we travel faster.” Dante’s voice was hard. “We split into two teams. A small strike force moves ahead at full speed. The larger force follows as ...