Fiore's heartbeat quickened as the Neander wolves prepared to charge.
Daemon's massive form led the pack, his fur bristling with energy and power, casting a heavy tension over the entire camp.
Around him, his warriors readied themselves, their muscles coiled tight like springs, each one prepared to lay down their lives for the North. But despite their fierce determination, a sense of doom hung in the air, an unshakable foreboding that made Fiore's skin crawl.
As the sun crept higher in the sky, turning the horizon a pale orange, a distant rustling in the trees caught Fiore’s attention. Her breath hitched as she saw them—an army. The Silverwoods had arrived.
Fiore’s eyes widened as she counted the figures emerging from the forest line. At first, it seemed like a steady stream, but as th
