Dawn broke, and blood soaked the earth.
Before sunrise, the first war horn boomed across Silver Crest. The sound tore through the mountains—like the gods were sending a warning.
Every warrior woke at once. Sleep vanished. The invasion was here.
Fires burned up north, huge blazes making the stone walls glow. Scouts dashed through the fortress with urgent reports, wolves shifting as they ran. Commanders shouted orders, their voices cutting through the freezing air.
And everywhere, the scent of enemy wolves drifted through the forests. Poisonous. Thousands out there, just beyond the border, waiting.
Liana stood on the eastern wall, gripping cold stone. Chaos erupted below her—wolves grabbing silver blades and dark shields stamped with the Alpha’s crest, rushing to defense lines.
Even th
