Chapter 48:
THE EDGE OF THE STORM
The pack Residence hummed with pastime as final arrangements for conflict were made. The Shadowborn’s silence after Landon’s message became unnerving, and anybody should experience the tension building. It was like the air itself became conserving its breath, anticipating the inevitable.
Ethan had stationed warriors at each border, and their numbers tripled. Scouts moved deeper into the woodland than ever before, combing the land for any signal of an attack. Gabriel labored with the elders to enhance the protecting wards, at the same time as Marissa coordinated education classes that pushed the soldiers to their limits.
Despite the flurry of training, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had been missing something. The Shadowborn weren’t reckless—the
