klaus's POV
The powerful blast knocked me off my feet.
I hit the rough ground hard, tasting blood as dirt and stone rained down around me. My ears rang from the blast that had just torn through my front line.
"Get up!" I roared at my scattered men. "It's just a trick! Keep moving!"
But even as I said the words, I knew something was wrong. This was not meant to happen. My scouts had mapped every inch of these mountains. There weren't supposed to be any dangerous devices.
Another blast echoed from our left side. Then our right.
My four hundred warriors were spread across the mountain valley, moving on Ronan's fortress in perfect formation. Or they had been, until the secret bombs started going off.
"Sir!" Marcus ran up to me with blood coming out from a cut on his forehead. Saying "We've lost thirty men already, and we haven't even reached their walls!"
I wiped blood from my mouth and studied the stone castle ahead. It looked quiet. Too quiet.
