The midnight hung over the boundaries of our territory like a velvet curtain, the air was crisp and biting, the moon hanging high above us, casting a silvery glow on the landscape and on the figures standing guard. Zion and I stood on the boundary of our territory, the tension palpable as we awaited the arrival of the Stormfangs.

Beta Cillian, Commander Vlad, and our twenty best soldiers flanked us, their stances alert and ready for anything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw ...