Adrian pov
The war didn't start with a declaration, no horns or drums. It erupted like wildfire, hungry and loud, consuming everything in its path. The moment the Blood Moon rose in the sky, painting the heavens crimson, we knew the council had made its move.
I didn't know how Alana found out, but thank goddess she did.
The palace grounds shook under the stampede of wolves, some from our own ranks turned traitor, others sent by Thorn's hidden allies.
The stench of betrayal was thick in the air, and it mingled with the scent of blood and magic. Alana was already by my side, her fingers trembling only slightly as she summoned her inner strength, eyes glowing like molten gold. She didn't flinch when the first body dropped, nor did I. We were both past mercy.
The battle was made flesh.
