Alexander's POV Three days. I had given Vexia three days, and I intended to use every hour of them. By sunrise, the training grounds were already full. Wolves in human form and wolves in fur, moving in formation, sharpening blades, checking harnesses. The air smelled of iron and sweat and something older—fear, carefully disguised as discipline. I stood on the upper terrace and watched them, my hands braced against the stone rail. "You didn't sleep," a voice said behind me. Caldor. My Beta. Twenty years at my side, and he still thought I needed reminding of things I already knew. "I don't have time to sleep." "You have three days." He came to stand beside me, arms crossed. "Running yourself into the ground before the fight even starts won't help Elva." I didn't answer. He wasn't wrong, and I hated that he wasn't wrong. "What do we know?" I asked instead. Caldor exhaled slowly. "Ravyn's stronghold sits past the Hollow Ridge, inside what used to be Moon Veil territor
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