Chapter 14 - The Flight to the Northern Peak
That very night, Winn and Kalen huddled over the recovered maps in the command tent.
"They're going to mobilize the western legions," Kalen said grimly, tracing a finger along the mountain ridges. "We have less than forty-eight hours before they blockade the passes."
"Then we don't wait for them to come to us," Winn said, her eyes fixed on the uncharted coordinates near the Northern Range. "Kestrel was trying to tell us something about where he came from before Reev captured him. If there's an ancient nest or a stronghold out there, we might find proof of the council's corruption—or allies who can help us fight back."
"It's suicide to fly into the northern storms alone," Kalen warned.
"I'm not alone," Winn replied quietly, looking out the tent flap toward the dark silhouette of the dragon resting in the yard.
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By dawn, Winn packed light traveling gear, a skin of water, and the recovered journals detailing Reev's experiments. When she walked into the yard, Kestrel was already waiting, lowering his massive shoulder without a word of hesitation. She climbed onto his ridge, securing the light canvas straps around her waist.
With a powerful upward thrust of his wings, Kestrel launched into the crisp morning air, bypassing the winding mountain roads and slicing directly through the clouds toward the frozen peaks of the north.
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