Ranio’s POV
As we arrived at the West Turf, the sight that greeted me was unsettling. Our soldiers were wounded, their morale low, and the camp buzzed with a quiet desperation. I could feel it in the air, the tension tightening around my chest like a noose. Something was not right. I could sense it.
“Where is the general in charge?” I demanded as I entered the soldiers’ camp, scanning the faces of my men, many of them bowing as I passed. I needed answers, and I need them now.
“My Lord,” a young werewolf responded, bowing respectfully. “Beta Derek is on the battlefield just beyond the forest wall. I will send word to him about your arrival.”
The werewolf hurried off, and I took the moment to scan the maps laid out in the war room. My eyes traced the paths of the enemy’s advance, and it
