Chapter 103: The War Begins
Veyron’s POV
The battlefield stretched before me, a sea of shifting shadows and flickering flames. The rogues I had amassed stood restless at the forest’s edge, their eyes glowing with feral hunger. They were more than soldiers—they were weapons, each one forged in the fires of desperation and loyalty to me.
My gaze swept over them, but my mind was elsewhere. Tonight was the culmination of years of planning. The mate bond system, the packs’ sacred traditions, their fragile unity—it would all crumble beneath my will.
“Is everything in place?” I asked coldly, not bothering to turn to the lieutenant at my side.
“Yes, my lord,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. “The ambush squads are positioned, and the explosives are ready to disrupt their defenses.”
