Chapter Thirty
Alpha Creed's Point Of View
The night reeked of copper and storm.
Clouds pressed low against the horizon, swollen and dark, lightning stitching jagged scars across the heavens. I stood at the edge of our war camp, boots planted on blood-stained soil, staring into the restless forest that clawed at the mountainside. Kronos prowled inside me, pacing, restless, claws dragging against the edges of my mind. Something was wrong. Too quiet. Too deliberate.
The fires of my pack burned low behind me. Shadows danced across tents and wagons where my people sharpened blades and prepared their weapons. They looked to me, some with fear, some with worship, all with the unshakable belief that I would lead them through whatever storm bore down on us.
I should have felt armored by thei
