Lyla
I ran.
Harder than I ever had in my life. My legs burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn't stop. The three Ferals ran alongside me, their black eyes darting around, alert to any threat. Everything made sense for the first time since I came back from the Northern Forest. The past, my Moonsinging, Ramsey, the Ferals—they were all connected. And now, Blue Ridge was on the brink of war.
My heart pounded as I finally reached Blue Ridge Pack territory. I stumbled and froze at what I saw. The scene was nothing short of chaos.
Warriors sprinted from one place to another, their faces etched with urgency and determination. Most of them were wounded still they went about. Gammas barked orders, their voice piercing over the loud wailings, screaming and crying that seemed to be all over the place. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. The usual order and discipline that defined Blue Ridge was nowhere to be found.
