Shadows of War
The night was thick with tension. The air in the Nightfall Pack's war room was heavy, the scent of burning wood from the hearth unable to mask the weight of the impending battle. Alexander stood at the head of the long table, his golden eyes dark with thought. To his right, Aria sat with her hands curled into fists, the faintest flicker of fire sparking at her fingertips. To his left, Elias leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
Lyra, standing beside Aria, was unusually quiet. The seer's silver eyes were clouded, her hands gripping the edges of the ancient book she always carried. It had been hours since they had gathered, and now the moment had come.
The spy had returned.