Silver Crest didn’t feel like home anymore.
Three nights after Red Fang got their army marching, everything changed. The whole territory became a fortress—fires roaring along the walls, shadows flickering everywhere. Armed patrols worked the dark mountain paths. Training wasn’t just about discipline now. All that careful routine shifted toward survival.
The woods beyond Silver Crest almost buzzed with tension. Scouts slipped out before dawn, coming back well after nightfall loaded with news. Every report was worse than the last—more enemy warriors, more allied packs joining Red Fang, fresh banners showing up in the mountains north. The entire continent picked sides. That part was clear. Silver Crest just got lonelier with every passing day.
Liana stood high on the eastern wall, looking
