"Get up, Liana. We have a problem."
Kael's voice shattered the tense atmosphere as he stormed into the room, blood streaking his silver armor. His eyes were wild, and a deep gash across his forearm dripped crimson onto the floor. Draven was on his feet in an instant, his presence dark and commanding.
"Explain," Draven demanded, his voice like a blade.
Kael’s breath came in ragged bursts. "The witches are back. They ambushed the eastern border and took hostages. Warriors. Civilians. Even pups."
A cold shiver ran down my spine. The air around me seemed too thin, making it hard to breathe. Witches—the one threat that even the most powerful wolves feared. Their dark magic was unpredictable and deadly.
"How many?" Draven's tone was deathly calm, but I knew him well enough to reco
