~The Birth~

ELRICH

By morning, the air had changed as the scent of northern wolves carried through the fog.

Lucan met me at the courtyard, his expression grim. "They’re here," he said.

"How many?"

"Too many," he muttered. "And they’re not attacking. They’re waiting."

I turned toward the ridgeline, and I saw an army.

Kael’s army.

I clenched my jaw. "Any sign of their Alpha?"

Lucan hesitated. "They say he rides with Kian."

My chest tightened. Kian. I should’ve killed him when ...