...or it would become the final tomb of the shifter race.
The sheer gravity of that ticking clock hung heavily in the freezing morning air as Elara stood before the armored transport vehicles at the break of dawn. She wasn't wearing the elegant silk garments of a Luna today; she was dressed in thick, dark tactical leather, a pure silver-forged hunting knife strapped securely to her thigh. Her long silver hair was braided tightly against her scalp, completely preparing her for the unpredictable dangers of the open road.
Kael stood silently beside her, his massive presence an imposing shield against the biting northern wind. He was personally inspecting the heavy weaponry loaded into the lead SUV. Twenty of his most lethal, battle-hardened shadows were already positioned around the convoy,
