Chapter 065
Emilia's POV
The sky had a peculiar red tint. It seemed to foreshadow an impending event. A slow, painful crimson covered the clouds like a wound that would not heal.
All the packs were present. The wind blew in from the north. Eastvale, Bloodfang, Ironspine, Hollowreach too. Like ghosts observing from a cemetery, their banners wavered in the chilly wind. Sweat, tension, and the smell of damp soil hung in the air like smoke.
Where the old kings once reigned, we stood at the edge of the circle of broken stone. The circle, now forgotten and cracked, with weeds growing through the once-holy stone, took on new significance tonight. We were all called back. This was not due to a customary practice, but rather a necessity for survival.
Lucian no longer had the appearance of a bo
