THORNE POINT OF VIEW.

Sacredmoon had crossed a line, and I would meet them head-on.

The gates loomed ahead, tall and unyielding, carved from ironwood and reinforced with steel etched in the old runes of protection. They had stood through wars, sieges, and betrayals. I had never thought I would face them with an allied pack standing on the other side, snarling like enemies.

The moment I stepped onto the rampart, the noise hit me.

Metal clashing, boots scraping stone and low growls carried on ...