Book 2: Chapter 68

“My Lord,” a young man sprinted through the council, avoiding to miss his step as the fear he felt prevented him from focusing. He came upon a door and knocked violently on it. He kept knocking and screaming until the door finally opened.

“We are under attack!” he yelled before Malachi could disclose his anger. Hearing that, Malachi glanced around him, he noticed the unrest but he couldn’t see the instigator of the attack.

“I don’t understand, where is the attackers?” he asked.

“There,” the young man pointed over at the long walls where nightwalkers and rogues were jumping over.

Malachi’s eyes widened, “how did they escape?”

“I don’t know, My Lord.”

“Lord Malachi,” a high chief yelled, sprinting towards them and only came to a stop in front of them, “the Nightengale council has fallen, as well as the Sliver-Bird Council, and the Golden Rose and the Willowsmyth.”

“Pretty much all council has fallen,” Geneveive said, walking over to them in q