Chapter 66

EMILY'S POV

The battle tent of the Yellow Bird pack was much worse than I expected. The stench of death hung heavy in the air as I walked through the fallen and injured warriors.

The warriors still alive all had grave wounds, their chests heaving as they groaned loudly in pain.

Their eyes were downcast and filled with fear, confusion and a sense of loss. They already thought all hope was lost and they could never win the war.

From afar I could sight the camp of the Ice Hill pack and even from this distance it was obvious we were losing badly. Their camp seemed alive, the soldiers well and hearty as they stood watch.

But I could feel it in the air– something was happening here, something far sinister. The warriors all seemed to have been struck down by a strange illness, their strength unable to match those of the Ice Hill military forces.