"I didn't think it would come to this," Eira's voice cuts through the tense air, sharp and clear.
I watch her, hands clenched at her sides, every muscle in her body coiled tight as if waiting for something to snap. She hasn't stopped moving since the war council began. A part of me envies her—she’s always been the one who takes charge, who sees what needs to be done and does it. It’s a trait I haven’t fully learned, but I’m trying.
I open my mouth to respond, but a blast of wind hits us from outside, rattling the windows of our temporary war room. It’s a warning. The storm is coming, both in the skies and in the hearts of the people gathered here. We’ve gathered every ally we could find—wolves, fae, and humans alike—united in the face of a common enemy. But how much of that unity will la
