Dawn hadn’t broken yet when the drums started. First, a low pulse from the western woods. Then, a faster answer from the border patrol. Every wolf knew that rhythm. It wasn't a message—it was a warning. War was coming.The air outside was cold. Last night’s rain clung to the earth. The red full moon still hung low, stubborn, casting the forest in a strange, uneasy glow.Xander was already at the window when the alarm reached the den. Dried blood clung to his side. His shirt hung open. His eyes were fixed on the trees. In just a few hours, he had held his daughter for the first time, whispered to Aria that the world was worth surviving—and now, he was slipping back into battle.Behind him, Aria rested. Her face was pale but calm. The baby slept curled against her, soft and warm. Mira stood nearby with a few trusted healers, but even with them close, Aria looked fragile. Her strength was there, but it flickered—a flame burned low by pain, joy, and everything in between.“Go,” she whispe
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