Elara POV
The work with Elder Thorne was quiet and tedious, but it was interrupted when the heavy bells of the pack house began to ring with a frantic, rhythmic beat that told everyone a threat was near the walls. Kael appeared in the doorway of the archives with his leather armor already strapped tight and his storm-gray eyes locked on me, and he didn't give me a choice to stay behind as he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the courtyard, where warriors were shifting and howling.
"You’ve spent enough time hiding behind books and old men, so today you’re going to see what it actually means to hold a border against people who want to tear your throat out," Kael said, his voice hard as he dragged me toward a waiting horse. The wind was cold against my face as we rode toward the outski
