Over the next week, the coalition headquarters became a hive of constant activity. Strike teams drilled endlessly. Witches practiced coordinated spellwork. Medical teams prepared field hospitals. Supply lines were organized and reorganized.
Everyone knew this assault was different. This was the final battle. Win or lose, after this there would be no more chances.
I spent my days training with Damon, practicing shadow walking with Aurora, healing wounded wolves, and planning with the council. My nights were filled with nightmares about failing. About watching The Architects break through into reality. About having to use the sacrifice and losing everything.
Owen stayed close, supporting me through the fear and exhaustion. He never brought up the sacrifice again but I could see the worry
