The storm of battle had passed, but its echoes lingered in the wary silence between Stormborn and Blackthorne warriors. The wounds left behind were not only carved into flesh but into trust, into alliances that had never been more fragile. The rogues had retreated, but their absence was not a sign of defeat, it was a regrouping. War was no longer a distant possibility. It was here, at their doorstep, waiting for them to take their next move.
Stormborn warriors fortified their borders, sharpening weapons, reinforcing their defenses. Ronan’s command was swift and absolute, his wolves falling into line without hesitation. They trusted their alpha. They trusted that he would lead them to survival. But Layla knew that brute force alone wouldn’t be enough to win this war, not when her father wi
