Leah Carter’s Point of View
The horn’s echo hadn’t faded before Kael gave the order to move. Its sound rolled through the valley like a promise of another storm, low and deep enough to shake the bones. Every warrior froze mid-motion, every wolf raised its head to listen. It wasn’t just a call, it was a command from the High Clans, and in the Wolf Realm, that meant judgment was coming.
By dawn, Kael was already preparing for the journey to the mountains. He didn’t ask for volunteers; he simply said, “We go.” And everyone knew what that meant.
Now, hours later, the three of us, Kael, Seraya, and I, rode through the fading snow toward the jagged peaks that marked the border of the northern territories. The wind howled across the cliffs, biting through our cloaks, behind us, the neutral zon
