Kael Ashenvale was grey, blue-balled, recently resurrected, and currently commanding a military that belonged to his brother.
He was still in the forest when his body said hard pass, because sprinting through trees after coming back from the dead was apparently too much to ask.
Legs? Immediate no.
Lungs? Go fuck yourself.
Pride? Stubborn, arrogant, and undefeated.
The perimeter had been secured hours ago on Maddox's order. Dragons were posted at every checkpoint and mages held the forest line. Nothing was getting through without being seen. But she believed she'd been abducted and was scared. So standing orders were to hold position, report on sight, and do not engage.
That strategy had produced four grown men in a pile on the forest floor and one woman outrunning and outwitting all of them. It was safe to say the four of them had been bent over and spanked on their bare asses by a girl who didn't know where the fuck she was.
Polite was over.
