Greyson’s POV
War had a smell.
Blood.
Iron.
Wet earth.
Fear.
I had known it since I was old enough to hold a blade.
But today there was something else in the air.
Silver.
Zara.
The gates crashed fully open and Blood Moon warriors surged forward like a black tide.
I went first.
Always first.
My blade met the throat of the nearest attacker before his feet fully crossed the line. He dropped without a sound.
Another lunged from the left.
I broke his jaw with my elbow and drove steel through his ribs.
Sky roared inside me.
Battle made him vicious.
But not as vicious as the sight of enemies rushing toward my mate.
“Protect the Luna!” someone shouted.
She hated when people called her that.
Would have to enjoy teasing her later.
If we survived.
I turned just in time to see t
