“Surround the castle,” Bluebell ordered the guards behind her, signaling them with her hands. The troupe surged forward with heavy armory and weapons for their own protection more than anything. She didn’t need an army, but this was war with the one the entire folklore had dreaded for centuries.
Her two fated mates each stood by her side, while Papé walked in front of her. She wasn’t taking this lightly.
As soon as the uniform and dull grey walls came into view, she braced herself for the inevitable. The witch was after her blood, and this wouldn’t be a pretty sight. When her men breached their frontier, werewolves from the Blood Stone pack came running towards them at the first sign of attack, with betas and gammas in the frontline.
Ace strode forward to surpass her with his sword fl
