Asher's POV
The air was thick with tension, a heaviness that settled over the pack like an unwelcome fog.
I stood outside Loria's room, the soft glow of protective sigils casting elongated shadows on the wooden floor.
Nadia sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the door, worry etched deep into her features.
"She's been so quiet," Nadia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She's strong, like her mother."
Nadia offered a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. The weight of uncertainty pressed down on us, each passing moment stretching into eternity.
Earlier that day, Silican had approached me with grave news.
The Dagger Moon were mobilizing, their forces gathering near the southern borders. Ambushes were being set, traps laid in the dense forest. I had to act.
