Chapter 113: The Siege of Silverwood

The chaos around us was deafening—the clash of weapons, the cries of the wounded, and the roar of flames consuming what we had worked so hard to build.

Silverwood was burning, and every second that passed threatened to snuff out our home and our hope.

“Fall back! Regroup by the northern barricade!” I shouted, my voice barely cutting through the cacophony.

My throat burned from the smoke, and my eyes watered, but there was no time to think about that now.

Gareth ran up beside me, his face smeared with soot and blood, his eyes wild with determination. “We’re getting slaughtered out there, Sera. We need a plan—now.”

“I know,” I replied, scanning the battlefield. Our pack was scattered, fighting desperately to hold the line against the enemy’s relentless advance.

They were better armed, better organized. They came prepared.

And yet, we had something they didn’t: our home, our spirit, and the sheer, stubborn will to survive.

“Where’s Nora?” I asked, looking around for our head strategi