Chapter 28: March to the Hollow Throne
The wind over the highlands howled like an omen. Every tree seemed to whisper warnings, every shadow stretched longer than it should. The moon—just days away from being full and blood red—hung low on the horizon, casting a silver gleam over the valley.
Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, her eyes fixed on the far-off mountain range where the Hollow Throne waited.
Cora was somewhere in that dark fortress.
Alive. For now.
The army behind her—formed from the remnants of scattered packs and loyal bloodlines—was ready. Some bore fresh scars, others dragged their grief behind them like heavy cloaks. But all were united by a cause. For the first time in centuries, wolves were standing not for dominance or territory, but for freedom.
Dante came up beside he
