The map on the battle table was covered with markers, with black stones denoting our boundaries and blood-red stones indicating Moonery's advance. They were getting too near. Too intentional.

Moving armies was no longer the only thing the Lycan usurper king did. He was in a circle. waiting.

It was palpable in my bones.

One of my captains stated in a strained voice, "They've cut through the western ridge quicker than predicted." "They'll strike the river in two more days." They will then have ...