GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA
Now his children come home here.
We ring it with wolves, ferals, humans, Rowan, Mercy, Caiden, Draven, me. Cael in my arms. Lyana and Geralt with the High Priestess in the Keep, warded, guarded.
Ambassador Reed watches from the ridge with drones. “President says if this goes wrong, we glass the whole county.”
“Then tell her not to miss,” Draven says.
Day one, nothing.
Day two, the sky turns red.
Day three, they come.
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