Elara's POV
The next two weeks turned a very stressful one, they were a blur of grim logistics. Runners and psychic messages went out to every pack, lone shifter territory and clan on the continent. The message was simple, brutal, and true: The Moon’s Chosen had plan to burn the mind out of every unbonded shifter when the Last Moon rises. They have a weapon which we must march to destroy. Stand with us, or stand alone to die.
Responses trickled in, some courageous, some fearful. A few Alphas, either too proud or too poisoned, declined. But many more came. Small packs from the frozen north. Proud, desert clans from the south. Rogues and loners with nothing left to lose. They gathered at our scorched clearing, which has now become a makeshift military camp. The Heartwood was no more, but i
