Chapter 26. The Autumn Trade Festival (2)
Jor stood tall in his scaled human form, his cold, golden reptilian eyes sweeping over the line of warriors to check their guard formation.
"I will patrol the treeline flanking our path," he murmured, his voice smooth but carrying a chilling edge.
"No rogue beast or hostile foreign clan will slip close enough to threaten Lily or our cargo."
The chief adjusted the heavy hide sacks stuffed with the tribe's trade goods over his broad shoulders, nodding firmly at Tigris.
"Tigris, hold the front. If trouble strikes mid journey, use that peak rank four strength to anchor us. Keep your eyes sharp."
"I won't let any stranger separate her from our group," Tigris promised.
One thick, warm tiger arm wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me tight against his sun warmed side as our caravan began marching through the tribe's carved wooden front gate.
