Silver-white light flared around them as Thom, Seamus, and Phelan crossed the warding lines, shivers of power in the shape of tiny forks of white lightning playing across their skin. Phelan sucked in a breath, shaking free of both Seamus and Thom and leaning a little more heavily against his staff. His leg still felt like it was coated in ice and his shoulders weren\u2019t much better off, but he didn\u2019t have much time to consider either as he twisted, staring at the massing Grays.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re bottlenecking,\u201d he said to Seamus. \u201cThe Hunt won\u2019t be very effective if they stay mounted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey won\u2019t,\u201d Seamus murmured, gaze drifting to the right.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoly shit,\u201d J.T. muttered.<\/p>\n
The first of the dark-cloaked Huntsmen flung himself from the saddle, drawing an iron-dark blade from the scabbard across his back in a single smooth motion. He crashed boots-first into a group of Grays, yelling something in a tongue nearly as old as Phelan, Thordin, and Seamus. Another drew back the bowstring on a lacquered recurve bow, a silver-tipped arrow streaking through the night toward one of the diminutive figures throwing itself at the warding lines.<\/p>\n
Phelan\u2019s throat tightened as he planted his staff against the ground, driving its tip through the snow to the ground beneath. The earth still shuddered beneath them even as horses came to a stop and the Wild Hunt swarmed from their mounts toward the enemy, hacking and shouting, battle hymns on the lips of some. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe slow and deep, forcing his senses through the staff, down into the earth.<\/p>\n
Thom touched his shoulder. \u201cPhelan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSensing,\u201d Phelan murmured. The wards should hold\u2014he could sense the power Marin had dumped into them. They\u2019d hold, at least for now. \u201cWhere\u2019s your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSent her back with Neve to wake Cameron and the rest. What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll tell you when I know,\u201d Phelan said. He could almost feel it, almost touch it, something dark and cold and deep sensing the same way he was\u2014<\/p>\n
A great, yawning maw of darkness opened and swallowed him whole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Silver-white light flared around them as Thom, Seamus, and Phelan crossed the warding lines, shivers of power in the shape of tiny forks of white lightning playing across their skin. Phelan sucked in a breath, shaking free of both Seamus … Continue reading