Chapter 154

Viona's POV

The morning air hung heavy with ash.

I stood at the top of the packhouse steps, watching as six of the Light Pack's most skilled spell-weavers mounted their wolves and horses. They were warriors trained in both claw and charm, chosen because they could see what others could not. The massacre at the border demanded more than sharp eyes and strong jaws-it demanded knowledge of magic's traces.

The scouts who had returned spoke of charred earth, of bodies turned to dust. ...