The first battle of the prophecy begins.
War had finally reached Moonspire.
The palace that had once echoed with music and laughter was now filled with the sounds of clashing armor, galloping horses, and shouted commands.
Servants carried medical supplies through the halls.
Blacksmiths worked through the night.
Every soldier knew the same thing.
By sunrise…
Many of them would be fighting for their lives.
I stood on the palace balcony, watching thousands of Lycan warriors gather in the courtyard below.
Their black armor gleamed beneath the rising sun.
Moonspire’s silver banner fluttered proudly above them.
It should have made me feel safe.
Instead…
It filled me with dread.
How many of them would never return?
A familiar warmth settled over my shoulders.
Kael had draped his r
