Semone
The Dothian war camp at the Aderian border.
“We are ready, Your Highness.”
My general stood with his helmet in his hand. A thousand torches burned across the plain behind him. A thousand men stood saddled. A thousand wolves stood silent in the dark, waiting for the word that would send them forward.
“About time.”
I rose from my chair. I let my Alpha unspool into the clearing until the nearest horse flattened its ears and the men closest to me dropped their gazes without meaning to. My wolf, who had not slept properly in months, stretched inside me and sharpened his teeth against the cage of my ribs.
“Move the army. Aderian falls tonight.”
My general bowed.
Aderian would take days to reach in force. That was acceptable. I had waited twenty-five years for this. Twenty-five yea
