83. An Ending

AGNARR.

“I think we should turn in for the night,” Kian says as we finish going over the plan and making a few changes.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve changed things. Those who will be leading the squads are all here. Haizhar, Harold, Kaizoran, Dagnoth, Hazran, our guests as well as a few more dragon chiefs.

I nod, feeling restless. “Yes. Let’s rest.”

We’ve done our best. If I’ve missed anything, then we will see in time. I have given it my best, but if I have left something uncovered, then we will have to face it when the time comes.

“Well planned, there was nothing to alter. I’m impressed.” Remiel says as we turn to leave.

I nod curtly, wishing I could remove this restlessness from my mind. Suddenly, the doors open, and one of the guards is carrying a bloodied woman.

“My king, we found her clawing her way through the courtyard!” he says, his face pale as he places her on the ground. She’s naked, a clear sign she must have shifted, and her stomach is bleeding profusely.