“Same,” I whisper.And for the first time since this nightmare began, I actually believe we might make it through.The siege of Ironwood begins at dawn.We do not storm the walls. We do not charge their gates with warriors howling for blood.Instead, we do something quieter and meaner: we surround them.Five hundred wolves form a careful ring around Ironwood’s territory. Not close enough to fight, but close enough to be seen. A constant, visible reminder that they are trapped.I stand on a ridge overlooking their main settlement. Kael stands beside me. We watch the sun rise over what will likely become a long, grinding conflict.“They are organizing a response,” Martin reports through the mind-link. “Warriors on the walls, scouts hunting down weak spots in our line.”
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