The army marched through the night.
Lena led from the front, her light a beacon in the darkness, a soft golden glow that pushed back the shadows and guided her people forward. The forest around them was dense and silent, the twisted trees reaching toward the sky like grasping hands. Mist curled around their feet, cold and damp, muffling the sound of their footsteps. Kael ran beside her in wolf form, his powerful body low to the ground, his golden eyes scanning the darkness for threats. His ears swiveled with every sound, his nose tested the air with every breath. Caspian moved like a shadow at her other side, his ancient senses alert, his pale eyes seeing things that others could not.
Behind them, hundreds followed. Wolves and vampires and hybrids, united by love, driven by hope, ready f
