The air was heavy with anticipation, every breath Lyra took feeling weighted with the knowledge of what was to come. The camp was alive with activity, wolves moving in every direction, their eyes alert and focused. They were preparing for the inevitable confrontation with Marcus, but no one could say exactly when it would strike.
Lyra stood in the center of the courtyard, watching as the wolves trained and fortified their defenses. Kael had ordered every able-bodied wolf to be on high alert, their perimeter guarded at all times. The northern border was Marcus's most likely point of attack, but they couldn't afford to be complacent.
Kael stood a short distance away, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the preparations. His expression was hard, but Lyra could sense the tension beneath the surface. He hadn't spoken much since they'd agreed to face Marcus together, and the weight of his silence was starting to feel unbearable.
