Luca’s POV
The night smelled of war. We had stepped into the First Clan.
It wasn't a good idea, I knew their leader didn't like me but he pretended whenever we gathered in the council.
We tried our best to leave the territory before they could realise it.
Then I perceived the scent of damp earth, sweat, and something far more dangerous, blood. It lingered thick in the air, a silent promise of what was to come.
The First Clan was coming.
They knew we were here and would attack.
I stood on a rocky outcrop overlooking the clearing where the remnants of my pack prepared for the inevitable.
We were battered, worn from days of journeying, but not broken. Not yet.
Lyanna stepped up beside me, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. “They’ll be here soon,” she murmured, scanning the
