Roak

Peace is a fragile veneer, shattered instantly when the first explosion rocks the outskirts of my territory. The force of the blast sends birds scattering into the sky, their cries eclipsed by the roar of an advancing army. Alpha Jacob has made his move.

“Attack!” the call comes, urgent and chaotic, as my warriors scramble to arms. Alena’s heart lurches, adrenaline surging as we sprint toward the fray, side by side.

The battlefield is a maelstrom of violence and ...