The buzz around Crescent Moon camp was near fever pitch. Between the reinforcement spells, last-minute war briefings, and final battle formations, no one noticed the lone figure slipping through the shadows.
Sasha moved like smoke.
She crept around the side of Nova and Kade’s cabin, heart hammering, eyes flicking toward the grove and the warding wolves stationed nearby. The pack’s focus was outward now—on the ridge, on the Conclave—not on the woman sneaking around the rear of the chosen childs home. She was terrified - hands shaking and sweat pouring from her hairline, but she pressed on - she had to do this. She had to do something for herself for once.
She had tried to do things Alarics way, but he made her a slave for months and what did she receive? Nothing - no recognition- no re
