Chapter 41: The Attack on Blackmoon

Lyra stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the warriors finished their evening drills. Their movements were sharp and precise—Kael had trained them well. The Blackmoon wolves were some of the strongest in the region, hardened by war and bound by loyalty.

Yet despite their strength, unease gnawed at her.

The whispers, the tension, the watchful gazes of the elders—it was all beginning to weigh on her shoulders.

She didn't belong here. That's what they thought.

But she'd prove them wrong.

Just as she turned to leave, the wind shifted.

A scent. Faint, but unmistakable.

Lyra stiffened, instincts kicking in before her mind could process it.

Blood.

The alarm bells sounded before she could even call out. A deafening howl cut through the night, followed by the crashing of bodies through the trees.

It didn't take long before Gina rushed to her side. 

"Luna! We need to move! Quick!" she said.