Elena’s POV
“What was that?”
“Did you hear that?”
“Are those swords clashing?”
Maisy, Saige, and I had jolted awake from our sleep almost simultaneously, throwing the blanket on top of us and getting up from bed with alertness.
At first, Prince Deacan wanted to give them another tent to share, but I said they could stay with me. After all, we had a lot of things to catch up on.
But what we didn’t expect was to wake up in the middle of the night from a series of screams, bombs, and sounds of clashing swords.
We all looked at each other and nodded in understanding. In less than a minute, we had our combat clothes on.
“Let’s give them aid. I’ll go to the front. Maise, you're in the west. Saige, you're on the east side,” I commanded while peaking from the in-between of the fabric door.
