Ulrik's POV
I was about to leave with Velda when a light cough from Lycan Erasmus sounded behind us.
We turned, and Erasmus's gaze locked onto Velda's forehead.
"You've pledged to reach the southern border before the Western Tribes. I trust it's not an empty promise. Should you turn the tide," his claw traced the wolf-tooth carving on his throne, "I'll reward you handsomely."
Velda knelt on one knee, her ice-spiked pauldrons glinting. "I swear by the Bloodmoon Pack's totem."
As Velda and I left, Erasmus was still deep in discussion about supplies.
This battle was decisive. None would accept failure now.
My boots clicked urgently on the marble floor.
Outside the palace, a snowstorm lashed at us with icy pellets. I frowned and said, "This mission's impossible!"
I dragged Velda into
