The Silver Fang pack made their move.
Three nights before the Blood Moon rose, they attacked our northern border under cover of mist. Three watchmen were slaughtered before sunrise. It was a clear declaration of war.
Father slammed his hand on the war table. “They crossed our land. We’ll burn theirs.”
But I stepped forward, looked every warrior in the eye, and said, “Let me lead.”
Gasps spread through the hall.
I was with child. I should’ve been resting.
Rogue Kael stepped closer; brows knit. “Are you certain?”
I placed a hand gently over my belly. “I won’t let my child be born into a war I was too afraid to face.”
He nodded. “Then I’ll fight beside you.”
The Blood Moon rose.
The Silver Fang Alpha led their cavalry straight toward the Frost Fang ridge. I rode at the front in silv
