Zevarion’s POV
After Vireya vanished beneath the blood moon's glare last night, panic rippled through the camp like wildfire. Warriors who once stood tall were now restless, their hearts seized by worry and dread.
I gathered them, the truth a bitter stone in my mouth.
“Xareth controls her with the Thorned Chain like we tried to explain the whole time,” I said. “He’s using her, everything she did, the attack on the Alphas, wasn’t her doing. She’s not our enemy.”
A heavy silence followed, then nods. The weight of blame began to lift from their shoulders, replaced by something fiercer, resolve.
“We need to march,” I continued, my voice steel. “Before he forces her to collect the final Heartstone. If that happens, he will become unstoppable.”
“We should go now,” a warrior urged, already rising.
I shook my head. “Not yet. We can’t storm the pack in daylight. We’ll move fast and camp just outside the borders. Evening we strike.”
They agreed without hesitation. In a whirlwind of urgency, we
