**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV**
A few hours later...
“Your Majesty! There’s an attack happening outside the palace! It looks like mercenaries sent by our arch-rivals from the North pack,” shouted a guard in complete panic as he burst into the council room.
Jason was the first to jump to his feet and dash outside, with the rest of us following his lead.
Suddenly, the day erupted into chaos, filled with snarls and the metallic scent of spilled blood. Shadows flitted under the ominous moonlight, howls ripping through the silence, each sound like a jagged knife cutting through the calm that once blanketed our land. My nostrils flared as the sharp scent of war—a mix of fear, anger, and fresh wounds—filled the air, awakening a primal urgency within me.