#Chapter 239: In the Thick of It

Arthur’s Pov Almara and I leap through the castle, interweaving through battle cries and dodging attacks. Our breath is heavy and our hearts pound in synch with our paw prints beating against the hard, cold earth. I’d be lying if I said the thrill of it all is intoxicating. I drink in the rush of cool air rushing past me as sweat trickles down my back. My senses heighten to what’s important: Almara and Grace. Every other noise gets drowned out until it becomes a constant hum in the background. The milky blue sky has turned to a slate gray. The dry and cracked land is about to be drenched with a heavy downpour, and the humidity sticks heavily in the air all around us. Bodies thrashing at one another become a blur in the corner of my eye. It seems that in every direction clusters of fights are happening. The vibrancy of fresh blood is accentuated among the bleak colors of the gray sky, dirt brown, and black castle. I glance back at Almara who has the same hard-set look