The army marched for three days.
Three days of cold nights and tense days, of watching the horizon for signs of Lilith’s forces, of preparing for a battle that could decide everything. Three days of wolves and vampires and hybrids learning to move together, to trust each other, to become something new. The first day had been the hardest. Old hatreds do not fade easily, and for every cautious step forward, there were whispered arguments and lingering glances of suspicion. A wolf would not share water with a vampire. A hybrid sat apart from both, unsure of where belonging might be found. But Kael walked among them, speaking quietly, reminding them of why they had come. Caspian did the same, his calm voice cutting through centuries of fear. And Lena moved between all three groups, not as a c
