Luna Everleigh's POV
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The first horn blast was distant. The second was deafening.
I stood at the castle's outer wall, the cold wind whipping through my hair as the sky darkened with approaching storm clouds. Below, the battlefield stretched across the valley, torches flickering like fireflies in the night. But there was no beauty in it.
The Silver Fang Society had come.
Thousands of them, their figures moving like shadows against the trees. Their armor gleamed under the pale moon, and the banners they carried bore the emblem I had come to fear—a silver fang dripping with blood.
Beside me, Rhydian was silent, his golden eyes fixed on the advancing army. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles coiled tight, his aura crackling with barely restrained power.
"They're more organized than we expected," Kael muttered, stepping forward. His usual sharp demeanor was now sharpened to a lethal edge. "This isn't just a raid. This is an invasion."
Rhydian exhaled slowly. "Then we make sure they regret stepping onto our land."
His voice was calm, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath it.
A hand touched my shoulder. Nalia. Her grip was firm but reassuring. "Stay close to Rhydian," she murmured. "They're not just after the kingdom. They're after you."
My stomach twisted. I already knew that. Damian had made it clear.
I clenched my fists, my pulse thrumming. I wouldn't be a liability. I wouldn't be the reason anyone else got hurt.
The war drums started.
The Silver Fang Society surged forward like a tidal wave, their battle cries splitting the night.
And then the wolves moved.
A roar erupted from Rhydian as he leapt from the wall, his form twisting midair, bones snapping and reforming into something massive and deadly. His wolf form landed with earth-shaking force, his golden eyes burning like embers.
The others followed—Kael, the warriors, shifting in rapid succession, their bodies rippling with raw power as they charged into battle.
I wasn't a wolf. But I wasn't powerless.
I gripped the twin daggers strapped to my thighs and followed them into the fray.
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To be continued...