Legends of the Vale Part 1 Dawn was just starting to break through the misty eves above the Summit of Selvarin when Dorian burst into tent, codex in hand and eyes wide with urgency.
"Ambassador Thorn! Alpha Draven!" he gasped. "Something unholy is awakening beneath the ground."
Kael and I exchanged concerned looks. Only hours before and we'd broken the Wolf King's gate—sealed it within a tomb of moonfire. But here was Dorian with breath that rattled like a smith's hammer in his chest.
"What do you mean?" "What is it?" I demanded, throwing the codex on top of the map table.
He cleared his throat. "Leyline readings are spiking again—less so under the crater, but spreading out. And… I detect heartbeats. Familiar heartbeats."
My stomach clenched. "Not hounds. What?"
"Revenants," he whispered. "Old alphas. "Deafeated leaders now bound to the wolf bloodline—raised by the Wolf King to serve him again."
