The training grounds buzzed with active soldiers fighting with weapons that shined in the pale morning light. The clank of metal against metal reverberated across the field, a cadenced melody of readiness and reason.
I remained at the edge of the grounds, my hands held at my sides, watching the controlled turmoil. The air was accused of expectation and a bit of dread — everybody here realized what was coming.
I did as well.
Asher's voice destitute through the commotion, telling and sure. "Fix your arrangement! You can't hold a line if you're dispersed like leaves."
I went to see him standing in the centre of the field, his sharp look following the movements of his soldiers. He was every inch the Alpha King—strong, unyielding, and utterly focused. But, there was something else about hi
