Leah Carter’s Point of View
We ran through the night.
My legs, stronger than ever, carried me over roots and rocks without faltering. My new eyes pierced the dark as if it were daylight; every breath, every rustle of leaves rang sharp in my ears. Yet beneath all that, I heard it, a low, constant rumble from the east, not thunder but marching. An army was coming.
Kael led the pace, silent and relentless. No one complained. Errin’s warning still echoed in our minds, the Eastern Clans were moving. Thousands of wolves, following a rogue Alpha named Varul, burning everything as they advanced.
By dawn we reached the old river crossing. Warriors already waited there, weary and wounded, when Kael appeared, they straightened and bowed.
“Casualties?” he asked.
“Two more injured,” Torren replie
