Chapter 35

Viona Pov

The thudding of war drums was still echoing in my head as we rode through the silver gates of the Levites pack house. Blood clung to my armor like an unshakable second skin, dirt streaked my face, and my muscles ached from hours of combat, but I kept my back straight and chin high. We had won - barely. And now, here we were, riding into the heart of our pack as if we hadn't just clawed through hell to get here.

The final day of the Grand Union Party.

And everyone was ...