Chapter 41. The Forbidden Fortress

RONN

I lead the way because Gylen insists on staying close to Cyran. But the scent is weak, and it takes a lot of effort to remain on the trail. Cyran follows his phantom tracks easily, even though I have issues finding them.

It all leads back the way to the cliff though, and Gylen curses as we crest the outcrop.  “Fucking hell. Not this place.”

Cyran stares down the drop at the fortress with the look of an interested learner on the excursion. Better not tell him all there is to know.

“It looks…abandoned,” he mutters.

Gylen looks at him incredulously and looks back at the city. “You do know that’s Citadel, right? The forbidden fortress?”

Cyran pales a bit but shrugs. “I mean, I know Keilen is the stubborn, wild wolven, but why come here?”

“This is where the scent ends. She was here with someone. I don’t know who, but I’m sure they weren’t talking about manicure,” I reply as Gylen runs a hand through his hair, cursing under