Sera's POV
Three days.
For three days, we prepared for war.
The pack trained from dawn until dark—warriors honing their skills, elders sharing battle strategies, even the youngest wolves learning where to hide when the fighting started. The den became a fortress, tunnels barricaded, escape routes mapped, supplies stockpiled.
On the third day, Lady Elara's forces arrived.
I stood beside Draven at the territory's edge, watching them emerge from the forest like shadows given form. Hundreds of vampires—ancient and deadly, their pale faces expressionless, their eyes hungry for battle. They moved in perfect silence, not a single footstep disturbing the fallen leaves.
At their head rode Lady Elara herself, mounted on a horse as black as night. She'd exchanged her silks for armor—black leath
