Sera's POV
The morning before the battle dawned grey and cold.
I stood at the window of our quarters, watching the sun struggle to pierce the heavy clouds that hung over the mountains. The peaks looked different today—harsher, more forbidding, as if they knew what was coming. Snow dusted the highest ridges, and the wind carried the promise of winter, biting through the glass and making me shiver despite the fire at my back.
Three days. For three days, we'd prepared. For three days, the pack had trained and planned and prayed. For three days, I'd watched Draven transform from my lover into a general, his golden eyes growing harder with each report from the scouts.
Now the waiting was over.
Draven moved behind me, dressing in his battle leathers. I heard the familiar sounds—buckles tigh
