The frontline units are completely ready

Chapter 111Jacob’s POVThe crisp morning air in the main palace courtyard was filled with the heavy, ringing sound of iron swords and thousands of marching boots.Long rows of royal Lycan warriors stood in perfect, silent lines under the golden sunlight. They wore heavy dark steel armor, their long capes flapping gently in the cool wind. These were our elite frontline units—the same brave warriors whom Vivian had given fair pay and land rights under our new pack constitution. They were no longer bitter or tired; their eyes burned with fierce loyalty and absolute pride.I stood on the high stone steps above the courtyard, strapping on my thick leather forearm guards.My usual cheerful, playful grin was completely gone. My emerald green eyes burned with a bright, cold fire of fierce anticipation.This time, we were not marching out to fight a long, confusing war on the border plains. We were not going out to make empty peace deals. We were marching to the Voss border to enforce Vivian’

Rest your heart, my brave Battle Luna

Chapter 112Vivian’s POVThe heavy, ancient oak doors of the Moon Goddess shrine swung shut behind me, blocking out the loud cheer of the marching armies in the palace courtyard.Inside the sacred stone sanctuary, everything was calm, still, and bathed in a soft, ethereal silver light.The air was fresh and cool, smelling of white night-blooming jasmine and sweet forest rain. In the center of the circular room sat a clear pool of natural spring water, reflecting the divine glow of the large silver moon carved into the marble ceiling above.Before the boys marched out toward the Voss border, I knew I needed to seek the guidance of the mother who had granted me this rare, incredible gift.I walked slowly down the marble steps toward the edge of the sacred pool.I wore a simple white robe of soft, flowing silk. Reaching up, I gently touched the silver Moon Whisper flower tucked safely behind my left ear. It pulsed with a warm, comforting light, humming softly in harmony with the holy mag

Let's go end this threat forever

Chapter 113Gabriel’s POVThe early morning mist hung low over the main courtyard, smelling of fresh rain, cool iron, and pine wood.Row upon row of open-top royal military vehicles sat idling on the cobblestone, their dark steel frames gleaming softly in the pale sunrise. Hundreds of our frontline Lycan warriors stood beside them, ready to march out toward the Voss border to enforce Vivian’s treaty of total subjugation.Before we mounted the lead vehicle, I stood right in front of Vivian, completely focused on her safety.She wore her custom royal armor, a piece I had personally commissioned from our master armorers. It was crafted from lightweight, high-grade dark steel that could stop any arrow or blade, lined with soft black leather to keep her comfortable. Painted across the chest plate in pure silver was the blooming crest of the Moon Whisper flower.I knelt down on one knee in front of her, my massive shoulders broad and steady.My golden hazel eyes were bright with intense car

They are smart

Chapter 114Vivian’s POVThe heavy engines of our royal cars made a loud, steady hum as we drove across the wide border fields.Beside me, Gabriel held the steering wheel with his massive hands. His golden hazel eyes looked straight ahead, watching the open road. Behind us sat Lucien and Jacob, their eyes sharp and quiet. Following right behind our lead car were long rows of dark steel vehicles filled with our brave frontline warriors. It was a huge, strong force that stretched far down the road.I sat tall in my custom dark steel armor. Tucked safely behind my left ear, the silver Moon Whisper flower gave off a soft, warm feeling that kept me calm. My blue doe eyes were quiet and clear.Soon, we reached the top of a small hill, and the border wall of the Voss pack came into view.Standing behind a low stone wall were the last remaining Voss border guards. Their armor was old and dirty, and their iron weapons looked rusted. They looked tired and pale. These were the only men Vlad had

You have brought an army to my home?

Chapter 115Lucien’s POVThe heavy front doors of the old Voss packhouse creaked open as our royal warriors pushed them wide.Inside the main hall, the air was cold, dusty, and silent. The old silk banners on the stone walls were faded and torn. The long wooden tables sat empty, covered in dark dust.Gabriel, Jacob, and I stepped smoothly into the hall, surrounding Vivian as her protective shields.Behind us, two lines of our elite Crescent Phoenix guards marched inside, their heavy leather boots making a firm, steady sound against the stone floor.Sitting on the high wooden chair at the far end of the room was Vlad, the man who had raised Vivian as her adoptive father after his biological daughter went missing long ago. Next to him stood Draven, her former fiance, his face dark with violent anger. Standing in the shadow behind them was Sarafine, her dress messy and her face pale with fear.Gathered along the sides of the hall were the remaining Voss elders. They stood in quiet terror

They have nothing left

Chapter 116Vivian’s POVAs our royal cars moved slowly through the main streets of the Voss pack territory, my heart felt a heavy, quiet sadness.The roads were broken and full of mud. The small stone houses along the street were falling apart, their roofs caved in and windows covered with dirty rags. Everywhere I looked, common pack members stood on the dusty roadside, watching our passing cars with hollow, hopeless eyes.They were skinny, tired, and starved. Children wore ripped, thin clothes in the cold wind, clinging tightly to their crying mothers.This was the true result of Vlad’s poor management.In his desperate, greedy fight to win a war, my adoptive father Vlad had taken every single piece of grain, every gold coin, and every fat cow from the common people to pay for his soldiers. Draven had enforced his cruel tax laws without a single drop of mercy. While they showered Sarafine with expensive silk dresses and gold jewels in the packhouse, the hard-working citizens of the