The war drums had started.
Kara could feel it in the air, the tension thick enough to suffocate. With the Silvermoon Pack now allied with Damien’s forces, they had an advantage. But it wasn’t enough.
Not with the Shadow King watching.
Not with Luke growing stronger.
And not with Damien acting strange.
Kara stood at the castle’s highest balcony, staring at the distant horizon. The moon was a silver blade in the sky, and the wind whispered secrets only she could hear.
She wasn’t sure how much time she had left before everything collapsed.
But she could feel it.
Something was coming.
And it was hungry.
The war room was crowded with tension.
Damien sat at the head of the table, his crimson eyes scanning the map spread before him. Kara, Sigrun, Talon, and several of
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