Chapter 497

The last of the smoke drifted away to leave Malick and his forces clearly visible. She hurried to the shelter of the damaged tree. The sight of the full army took her breath. Row upon row, weapons in their hands, hair whipping in the wind, ancient faces set in cold determination. She tried to count the heads and stopped at fifty. Their years hung over them like an oppressive cloud, and their resolve burned. What Malick had assembled wasn't an army. It was an annihilation force.

Wolfe stumbled to his feet, using the spear as an aid, his fist knotted in the gaping hole that ran through him. He choked out a mouthful of blood, then straightened and met Malick's gaze. "By the authority of the Kugsankal, the vampire known as Malick is hereby under arrest for crimes against vampiredom."