The air has been heavy the past couple days. There’s a dull grey looming over their heads and all of them could feel it, almost as if the sky was telling them the time was near. They will be attacking Stipant de Tenebris tomorrow to face alpha Richard and Alistair. They’ve been training harder than they ever have, and with the added help of Remley and his coven, Apollo was certain they would come out in triumph. Achilles and his own warriors had recently joined them, so in all other accounts, they were ready. Yet he can’t shake off the feeling that he’s missing something. Like there’s a bad omen signifying what’s to come is not the outcome he wants.
“Penny for your thoughts cousin or should I have gold coins brought?” Remley voiced, interrupting his train of thought.
Apollo chuckled be
