Elara's POV
My warriors and I had traveled for days, pushing through snow-covered landscapes and icy winds that cut like daggers.
The Third Clan was the most isolated of the eight clans, living in the frozen wastelands of the north. Their warriors were strong, resilient, and unforgiving, shaped by the harsh environment that had become their home.
I had heard the stories—how their ancestors had been abandoned in battle, left to fend for themselves while the Ninth Clan retreated.
Now, I had to convince them to join her cause.
Kael, walking beside me, pulled his fur-lined cloak tighter. "Are you sure they will listen?"
"No," I admitted. "But I won’t leave without trying."
Lyanna exhaled, her breath visible in the cold air. "Then we better be ready for anything."
As we neared the Thir
