Elara's POV
It took me almost thirty minutes to dress up, tie a scarf over my hair and come outside.
The courtyard was buzzing with shouts, hammering, and carts rolling over the pebble pathway.
The pack soldiers were training, and the barracks were being reinforced. They were all trying yet I sensed that it wasn't enough.
Our enemy force...the Iron Fangs weren't just bringing their pack soldiers, they were bringing an army that was centuries old, powered by dark rituals and ancient pacts all thanks to Chrysantha's influence.
Every instinct told me that the first battle...the one where the Iron Fangs would successfully pass through the protective shield and attack, would not just be a battle but a s*******r.
Unless I stopped it and unless I became more. That's what the oracle had tol
