LIAM’S P.O.V.
I stared at the guard, my jaw tight, a pulse throbbing in my neck. Eos’s army was already on the move. The worst-case scenario had just become my reality.
“How far out are they?” I asked, my voice low and calm, though a storm brewed inside me.
“Half a day’s journey, your majesty.”
Too soon. Too damn soon.
“Send the word,” I ordered, turning sharply. “Get every warrior in formation. I want the fortifications manned, archers stationed, and scouts posted at every mile marker. We move to Code Red. No one leaves the gates without my approval. Not even the cooks.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The guard darted away.
My mind spun. We weren’t ready. The packs hadn’t sent their full numbers yet. Iris was still missing, training for gods knew how long—and I couldn’t reach her. The one pe
