Chapter 11: Slight Delay
Abaddón hissed in frustration. He had finally found the Son of Adam and a stupid faun was the only thing standing in his way from completing his Queen's last wish. Abaddón wished Her Majesty could see the act in motion, but knew this was impossible. He had seen her death with his own eyes.
Her death had caused havoc in the camp; no one knew what they should do next, and had scattered across the Western Woods in attempts to escape the cursed Lion's army.
All ran from the enemy except for a select few, the Queen's closest advisors. If they could, indeed, be called advisors. Most were just the highest ranking officers in her army; leader of the hags, werewolves, minotaurs, dwarves, and wolves and their second-in-commands. Of course, Maugrim had been leader of wolves before he had been killed, and Abaddón had been his immediate replacement.
If Her Majesty's death had caused havoc among her followers, the Son of Adam's resurrection completely destroyed the camp. The one hope they had that the curse of the four thrones in Cair Paravel was void had been crushed, and once again two Son's of Adam and two Daughters of Eve lived, soon to take over Narnia.
An impatient growl escaped Lilitu's throat, and Abaddón agreed. The faun was wasting too much time, time they just didn't have. Killing the faun would waste time and cause a scene, but they would have to make their move in the next couple of minutes, whether the faun was in the tent or not.
After giving another five minutes for the faun to leave, Abaddón nodded to his mate.
"On the count of three," he hissed. "One…"
"Two…"
"Three…"
And the two wolves charged.