Rissa’s POV

The chaos seems to be out of control, the hunters are too many and I don't know if we are strong enough for this fight.

That is the first clear thought in my head as Hunters begin pouring over the broken wall.

Not ten.

Not twenty.

Enough to turn the basin into a trap.

They come fast, dropping from jagged stone, sliding through gaps, vaulting over the roots I tore from the ground minutes ago. Steel flashes in their hands. Nets. Blades. Restraints.

Teresa stands in front of them ...