Chapter 91
Victor POV
The wind blew strongly across the high ridge, strong and heavy.
And below, the valley stretched wide and waiting—bare of movement, thick with tension. The Blackmist border loomed in the near distance. So close I could smell it.
Enough waiting.
I turned from the ridge, eyes sweeping over the warriors assembled behind me. Two hundred of them. The best. Trained in fire and blood. My shadow wolves, bound by oath and fear and the quiet promise of power I had yet to unleash.
They were watching me now—silent, focused, waiting for my word.
I bared my teeth in a grin that held no warmth. Only hunger.
“I’m done waiting,” I said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the wind. “Every hour we waste gives them time to prepare. Time to doubt. Time to hope.”
A ripple of unease moved through the front ranks. I welcomed it.
“Hope,” I spat, stepping forward. “That’s what makes them weak. That’s what makes them foolish. That’s what ends tonight.”
The crowd began to shift—eyes
