Three days.
That's how long it took to build an army.
Three days of phone calls, shadow meetings, and alliances that should have been impossible. Three days of watching Kael swallow his alpha pride and Caspian bury his vampire arrogance, all in service of a single goal: keeping me alive long enough to face Seraphine.
The pack came first.
Kael's territory stretched across the northern part of the state—thousands of acres of forest, mountains, and small towns where wolves lived disguised as humans. His second-in-command, a fierce woman named Rika, arrived within hours of his call. She took one look at me, sniffed once, and nodded.
"She smells like the priestess," Rika said. "The pack will follow."
And they did. By nightfall, two hundred wolves had gathered on the outskirts of the city,
