Drey's POV Trouble!I could smell the tension in the air long before I saw anything. It was sharp, metallic, and heavy. It was a scent I knew all too well.War was approaching, and it was doing so at a very fast rate.The knock on my door was so frantic such that one couldn't ignore it.I opened it to find Owen, one of the younger scouts, breathless and wide-eyed. "They're coming. The Crescent Moon pack. They're moving fast and they'll be here before dawn."My chest tightened. We'd known this would happen, but not this soon. Not like this."How many?" I asked.He shook his head, eyes glassy. "Too many, they should be att least fifty warriors. Maybe more. They're armed."I nodded once, silently. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t let the fear show. Not now."Sound the alarm. Wake the guards. Get the warriors to the yard in five minutes."Owen ran off, and I turned to throw on my gear. My thoughts were racing, but one name rose above the noise: Clarissa.Was she even alive?
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