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. Without so much as a sideways glance, Julius pushed Warrentoward the Harbingers and disappeared back into the trees, too fast forWarren s eyes to follow. Bring the human, the leader commanded,and Warren was immediately seized and tossed over the shoulder ofone of the underlings.The journey to the Harbinger camp was a short one, and theycame to a stop beside a roaring fire much sooner than Warren hadexpected. Put him with the others and begin preparations for thestorm. Drakon had told him the Harbingers were intelligent andorganized, but Warren had stubbornly clung to the idea of somethingthat vaguely resembled mindless zombies.Well, shame on him,because these creatures may be without a moral compass, but theycertainly weren t stupid.Deposited on his ass inside a small, dark hut, Warren rubbed at hisbruised backside and blinked several times, trying to make his eyesfocus in the dim light.The primitive shack, constructed of branches,leaves, and mud, was no larger than the bedroom he shared withDrakon, but he could distinctly make out the shapes of several bodieshuddled in the corner. Accepting the Impossible 113Crawling on his hands and knees, he approached the groupslowly, straining his eyes to count the number of bodies pressedtogether. I can t be sure, but I think there are eight of them. Is your brother one of them? Drakon s voice asked inside hishead. Kennedy? It s Warren.Kennedy, are you here? A figure emerged from the horde of bodies, crouching low as hecame closer. Warren? Tears sprang to Warren s eyes, but he blinked rapidly, refusing tolet them fall. Yeah, it s me. Warren. Kennedy leapt into his arms, tackling him back to theground in a hug that knocked the breath out of him. Oh, my God.What are you doing here? I didn t think I d ever see you again. I ll explain later. Warren crushed his brother to him for a longmoment before gently easing him away. We re getting out of here. He glanced toward the other captives in the corner. We re all gettingout of here. How? Warren, there s no way out.They ll catch us. When do the guards change? Do I look like I have a fucking watch? Well, that was incredible unhelpful. Cut the sarcasm, Kennedy, Warren whispered harshly. And keep your voice down. Sunrise, sunset, and about halfway between each, a voicewhispered from the corner. Uh. Warren s brow furrowed in concentration as he tried towork it out in his head.The guards changed at sunrise, at sunset,and& So halfway between night and day, and then halfway betweenday and night? Yes, Kennedy answered. There s a storm coming, though. Peeking through the openingof the hut, Warren could see people running around the camp, rushingback and forth in front of the fire. There s no guard here now. They re always watching, Kennedy whispered. 114 Gabrielle EvansWarren ruffled his brother s dirty hair and grinned. That s whatI m counting on. Accepting the Impossible 115Chapter TwelveUsing his gifts as a Rakshasa, Drakon sent a thick, blinding foginto the camp, making the clouds darken and roll as they reachedupward above the lower tree branches.With the coming storm, theHarbingers needed everyone in camp, leaving the path through theforest clear for him and the others. What s happening? What is this? Who s there? Giving the rest of his group time to fan out into the trees, Drakontook the opportunity to don his own camouflage.Instead of the thickleaves and dense underbrush, however, his disguise was meant to beseen.As the magic washed through him, transforming his appearanceinto that of the enemy, he lifted the fog and strolled right through thecamp as though he belonged there.The Harbingers seemed confused by the sudden weatherphenomenon, but after only a brief hesitation, they returned to theirchores, building up the fire and securing their homes against the rains.Drakon spent a few minutes pretending to be busy while slowlymaking his way toward the hut that held his mate s scent.Once within reaching distance of the entrance, he threw his headback and yelled. Intruders! Arrows flew through the night, striking several of the Harbingers,but it only slowed them.Julius and Craig dropped from overheadbranches, both hitting their targets as they landed on the backs of theirenemies
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