Lana's POV We couldn't stay where we were. My father's alliance knew our position—had scouts watching our borders, tracking our movements, waiting for the right moment to strike. If we remained, we'd be pinned down, surrounded, destroyed piece by piece.Damon found the valley on an old map, hidden in the archives of the pack library. A place between the glacier and the forest, tucked into the mountains where no one had lived for generations."Easily defensible," he said, tracing the path with his finger. "One entrance. Steep walls on three sides. Fresh water from the glacier melt. Game in the forest."I looked at the map. At the narrow pass, the high ridges, the way the terrain funneled any attacker into a kill zone."It's perfect," I said."It's home."---We moved at dawn.The pack traveled in silence, wolves and humans and children bundled against the cold. The injured rode in carts pulled by those strong enough to walk. The Grail pulsed at the center of our column, its light a be
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