The first rays of dawn stretched across the horizon, casting a muted glow over the battlefield-turned-camp. The scent of blood and smoke still lingered, but the pack had already begun preparations for their next move.
Alyssa stood near the fire, sharpening her dagger. The memory of the battle played over in her mind—the High Priestess’s chilling smirk, the taste of raw power crackling in the air.
They had won the fight, but the war was far from over.
Kade approached, his gaze scanning the pack as they gathered. “It’s time.”
The warriors formed a loose circle around him, their faces weary but determined. Lucian leaned casually against a tree, spinning a dagger between his fingers, but even his usual smirk was absent.
“We leave for the ruins at nightfall,” Kade announced, his voice firm
