Freya's pov The fires on the ridge were too many to count.The sky glowed red as if the land itself had caught fire. Wolves stood in rows across the hills—lean, scarred, their eyes empty. Rogues. Outcasts. Warriors trained to kill without mercy.And leading them was Kade.He wore no armor. He didn’t need it. His strength was in his presence—steady, cruel, certain. And next to him, tall and silent, stood Riven. My brother, but Still under Kade’s control.Still lost.Finnick stepped beside me, his hand at his side, ready to shift. “We don’t have enough fighters,” he said quietly. “If they strike tonight, we fall.”“They won’t strike,” I said, watching Kade closely. “Not yet.”As if he heard me, Kade lifted his hand in greeting. Not a wave.A warning.Then he turned and disappeared over the ridge.Back at the camp, the mood was heavy. Warriors sharpened blades. Scouts returned with bruises and torn clothes. The elders gathered in silence.I stood beside the fire, watching it flicker.“I
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