POV: RonanDawn breaks over Drevalon's walls with unusual darkness to the sky, clouds gathering that carry scent of blood-magic and approaching violence. Ronan stands on the highest tower surveying approaches from all directions, his enhanced senses detecting movement in the forests beyond normal observation range.Something is coming. Multiple someones. And the coordination of their movements suggests this isn't just rebel wolves gathering for hostage exchange."Report," Ronan commands when Brem climbs the tower stairs to deliver intelligence."Vampire forces approaching from the north," Brem says grimly. "At least two hundred, moving in formation that suggests military assault rather than diplomatic contact. And they're accompanied by rebel wolf packs.""Vampires and wolves working together," Ronan observes, the implications settling like lead in his stomach. "That's not supposed to be possible given centuries of mutual hatred.""Common enemy makes strange allies," Brem points out.
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