Ravenspire trembled under the full moon’s silver glow. The first wave of the shadow army had been repelled, but Lukas, standing atop the cliffs, sensed that this was only the beginning. The energy emanating from the fissure valley had changed—focused, intense, almost intelligent.
Kaerin’s eyes narrowed. “The shadows aren’t just scouts or raiders. Someone—or something—is controlling them. And I think we’re about to meet it.”
Rovan growled low in the back. “I’ve felt this energy before. Not like the Fissure King… older. Sharper. More cunning. Whoever commands that army will not be easily defeated.”
Aric flicked his starfire toward the valley, illuminating the fissure cracks. “Then we prepare. The pack must be ready for a fight unlike any we’ve faced.”
The Shadow Commander Emerges
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