RONAN'S POV
The arrow whistled past my ear, missing by inches.
I rolled behind a boulder as three more arrows whistled past me, hitting the spot where my head had been. My heart was poundind as I pressed my back against the cold, rough stone.
"Ronan!" Lyra's words cut through the mountain air. "Northwest ridge! Five hunters closing in!"
I grabbed my crossbow and spun around the rock, firing twice. Two screams echoed across the valley. The other three hunters scattered into the trees.
This was the fourth attack this week. Someone was sending spies to test our defenses, and I had a pretty good idea who.
Klaus.
"Fall back to the fortress!" I shouted to my fighters spread across the mountainside. "Pattern seven!"
My people moved like shadows, disappearing into secret paths carved into the rock. Years of training had made them invisible when they wanted to be.
