Elara’s POV
The march into the Ashen Wastes was not a stealthy infiltration. It was a terrifying, earth-shattering parade of absolute Lycan wrath.
We left a heavy, heavily armed garrison behind to secure the Silver Moon Pack, ensuring that the remaining Elders remained obedient and the newly freed Omegas were protected from any lingering loyalists. The rest of the Lycan vanguard—two hundred of the most lethal, immortal warriors the North had ever produced—rode directly south, following their King and Queen into the abyss.
Crossing the physical threshold that separated the living Southern forests from the dead, cursed lands of the Wastes was like stepping through an invisible wall of ice and rot.
The vibrant green pines and the scent of damp earth vanished instantly. In their place, a s
