The cold night air was still, but Damian’s scouts—trained to read even the quietest ripple in the shadows—sensed movement near the northern border.
They weren’t mistaken.
Lurking through the dense forest, Lila’s spies crept silently, cloaked in darkness and laced with dark magic, their orders clear: observe, report, and signal the best moment to strike.
But they hadn’t expected Damian’s border scouts—an elite group handpicked and trained solely for one task: guarding the pack’s borders with merciless precision.
Before the spies could retreat, they were swiftly ambushed, disarmed, and dragged deeper into the woods.
Interrogation was brief. The moment the truth spilled from their lips—that Lila’s army had left the fortress early and was heading toward the battlefield under cover of nigh
