The night didn’t just fall; it shattered.The horns of the Shadow-Fang Pack sounded like the scream of a dying bird. It wasn't the deep, steady call of our people. It was high, sharp, and cold. It echoed off the mountain peaks, telling us the peace was officially over.I stood on the high stone wall, my fingers digging into the rock until they turned white. Below me, the Blackthorn courtyard was a sea of fur and steel. I watched as hundreds of our warriors shifted at once, the sound of bones snapping and fur growing filling the air.In the center of the chaos stood Alaeric.He was still in his human form, wearing his heavy black armor. In his hand, he gripped the sword we had enchanted in the secret cave. The silver blade caught the moonlight, humming with a soft, pearlescent glow that he couldn't seem to stop staring at. He knew someone had touched his steel. He knew it felt alive."They're here," Lyra whispered beside me.A wave of gray-and-black wolves erupted from the tree line li
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