Black River territory had become an armed fortress over the next few days.
Moonbane runes covered every tree, every rock, every building.
I spent hours each day checking them, reinforcing them, making sure they'd hold when it mattered.
The Warriors had dug fighting positions, created fall-back points, and established supply caches.
It was as ready as we could make it.
I stood in the command center—a reinforced bunker near the pack house—reviewing final preparations with my core team.
"All civilian non-combatants have been evacuated to Riverdale Pack," Garrett reported. "Children, the elderly, anyone who can't fight. They'll be safe there."
"Good." I checked that off my mental list. "Erica?"
My daughter looked up from where she was inscribing runes on ammunition.
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