The seasons were starting to shift; the warmth of summer was giving way to the cool air of autumn. Watching the fresh recruits go through their maneuvers in the training yard, Aria stood. For the pack and the allied groups, Kael's loss brought fresh direction. They were resolved not to be taken off guard once more, and training now permeated every day living.
Aria had set it her goal to participate as well as lead during these drills. She was present. She wanted her followers to know she was with them at every stage, to see her there. She trained with them today; her body moved through the known motions, her senses tuned to every sound, every movement.
As she completed the workout, Roland came up to her and his austere count softened with a rare smile. With a slightly amused tone, he said, "You're putting the recruits to shame, Luna".
Aria grinned, catching her breath. Although they a
Aria was standing at her room window, staring out at the landscape below, the early sun bathing the estate in golden light and throwing long shadows across the grounds. Warriors training, council members debating tactics, and allied faction people going about their duties were all about the estate—warriors. She felt duty and pride from the sight of it. This was the life they had battled for—a brittle tranquility earned by hard effort.But along with that calm came the responsibility for preserving it.Lucas came in when someone knocked at the door; his eyes locked with hers right away. Grinning softly, he moved across the room to be at the window with her. "You seem to be carrying the weight of the world," he remarked gently, his voice warm.Aria turned to face him, her countenance deliberate. "I am in some measure as Though we have come a long way, I can't get rid of the
The war was over, but the work was only just beginning. The camp was abuzz with activity as Aria’s people began the process of rebuilding—mending broken walls, planting new fields, and trying to bring back some sense of normalcy. There was a sense of hope, but also a sense of uncertainty. The scars left by the war ran deep, and the people were still learning how to trust again, how to live without fear.Aria moved through the camp, her presence a steadying force. She offered a kind word here, a helping hand there, her gaze always scanning for those who seemed lost or overwhelmed. She knew that her people looked to her for guidance, and she was determined to lead them toward a better future.As she reached the training grounds, she paused, her eyes catching sight of a group of young warriors practicing their drills. Their movements were stiff, their faces filled with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. Aria felt a pang of s
The morning opened clear and brilliant, the sky a painting of light blue dotted with clouds. The estate was humming with activity as the council members, fighters, and peasants got ready for the conference with delegates from the smaller groups. Aria realized this was the ideal moment to include additional groups into the fold with her current affiliation with the Silverfang Clan. Though it was also their strongest asset, their created trust was brittle.Watching warriors move in formation, Aria stood in the center courtyard and saw her drills mirror the discipline and determination she had developed in her people. Each stride, each gesture, a monument to their will, the drills were exact and their bodies moved as one. Lucas came up to her, his usually grounded and kind presence. Wearing his military uniform, he looked across the grounds and then landed on her."Everything is ready for the meeting," Lucas remarked, his voice calm. "Starting to arriv
Long shadows over the courtyard emerged as the first light of dawn peaked over the horizon. Aria stood on the stone balcony with view of the estate, morning breeze stroking across her skin. She encircled herself with her arms, her memory whirling over the preceding few days. Although the minor factions' allegiance had been won, there was a restlessness in the air, a tension not totally released.She knew they were progressing, but there were still whispers—unseen powers lurking in the background, shadows suggesting disturbance. There was something under the surface, something that kept her awake at night even with the growing partnership.Lucas moved softly on the stone from behind. His hand on her shoulder served as a grounding mechanism. "Can't sleep?" he inquired with a worried voice.Aria slumped and leaned toward his touch. "I sense something we are overlooking here. The factions have joined us, but I can't get rid of this impression that it is not done.
Aria stood in the middle of the council chamber, her heart thumping as her mind echoed Dorian's words. They could not overlook the Shadowborn, an unidentified power assembling in the eastern regions. There was obvious tension in the room; the council members' expressions captured the gravity of the matter."We have to know what we are dealing with," Aria stated, her voice calm as she addressed the assembled council. The Shadowborn are orderly and their leader is hidden. That by itself indicates they are organizing something noteworthy. We have to act before they start to pose more of a concern.Roland leaned forward, thought wrinkled on his brow. The scouts reported that they were unable to get near enough to compile comprehensive data. If they are hiding their commander, it indicates they know about our movements and most likely expect us to act.Sitting next Aria, Lucas nodded in agreement. "That implies we should take another tack. We will have to draw them out i
The night was clear, and Aria felt every breath she took weigh more from the expectation in the air. After the turmoil that had broken out just hours earlier, the courtyard was shockingly still. She couldn't get rid of the impression that the recent attack was only a taste of something considerably more significant even with their triumph. Aria stood in the middle while the fighters cared for the injured, her eyes darting across the camp and her ideas whirling through the several paths forward.Lucas gently went up to her, seeming worried. He approached her gently resting his hand on her arm. Breaking the stillness, he whispered, "they were testing us." "This was not their whole force."Aria nodded and fixed her eyes far away. precisely. This was only starting point, Lucas. They wanted to see our defenses, our response. And nowadays they understand. They will thus arrive with everything the next time.Lucas sc wrinkled, darkening his eyes with conc
The huge hall hummed with preparation's eagerness. Around a big table, the council, delegates from every allied faction, and other influential leaders assembled with a thick concentration of will. Their shadowborn attack hung over them, the weight of the matter obvious on every countenance. Standing at the head of the table, Aria's mind ran over every conceivable situation while her eyes surveyed the room. < They have to be primed."Everyone, listen," Aria said, her voice calm, slicing through the quiet exchanges. "Rina's report attests to the fact that the Shadowborn are not alone but rather want to strike shortly. Although their supporters have not yet shown themselves, we have chance to directly address this menace. We only will succeed if we cooperate."Roland leaned forward, looking austere. "We need a layered defense that makes use of the surrounding area and the whole estate to our benefit. They assume we will be lazy. Rather, we will demonstrat
Across the estate, the echo of retreat rang, the blow of the war horn resonating into the chilly night. Aria's body remained steady in the middle of the turmoil while her eyes fixed the horizon and she watched the Shadowborn leader depart beyond the treeline. They had arrived so near, only to watch their hope vanish right away. The ramifications of what that indicated chilled her spine since the opposing leader had avoided them.Lucas approached, his breaths laboured from the fight and his eyes fixed hers. With a frustrated and determined voice, he said, "We cannot let them get away." Aria's leader was the one. Should we lose them now, next time we will be more threatened.Aria nodded, knowing the seriousness of things. "We must hunt them out. We cannot afford to permit them to reorganize. Should we lose them, we might never find another opportunity this kind.Roland joined them, his eyes wild with urgency having been fighting close to the barricad
The amphitheater screamed with the sound of magic slamming against steel, voices screaming incantations, and the terrible thud of blows hitting true. Lucas attacked Viktor's enforcers, pushing forward with each breath crisp and forceful. Their eyes ablaze with unearthly wrath, their black robes whipped around them like shadows come to life. With each measured strike driven by Aria's memory, Lucas's blade arced across the tumult. Seraphine stood surrounded by her witches to his left, their hands in coordinated patterns spinning strands of light and power across the air. Their incantations created a barrier, a shimmering wall pulsating in time that kept Viktor's ritual's heart unstable. Lucas turned to peek at her. She nodded slightly, the will there clear. "Focus, Lucas!" Roland's voice caught him back in the current conflict. One of Viktor's enforcers surged toward him with a blade loaded with dark magic. Lucas sidestepped, slanted to
The estate hummed with a nervous energy as the first light of morning stretched long shadows over the stone walls. Lucas watched the horizon as the sky changed from the deep indigo of night to the pale blue of morning while standing at his study window. Sleep had escaped him, replaced in his imagination by the constant thrum of plans and backup ideas. Their attack on Viktor would start today, but their road forward was precarious, like the edge of a blade separating success from catastrophe. He was startled out of contemplation by a gentle rap at the door. Roland came in, his look both serious and austere. Thorne and his pack are settling in the barracks east. When you are ready, they are here. Lucas nodded while his gaze stayed on the horizon. "Good" Right now we cannot afford doubt. Roland changed, a tiny movement suggesting news not yet given. "There more. Seraphine has sent word to us. She has gathered a small group
Tension permeated the estate's hallways as reports of the witch clans joining Viktor's army grew. Every quiet chat contained doubt, voices breaking beneath the weight of anxiety. Lucas moved purposefully through the hallways, gaze fixed ahead as others around him sent looks full of hope and fear. More than ever, they needed now was strength. Notes and maps strewn over the big table in the war room. The air smelled strongly of ink and wax, mixing with the iron tang of blood clinging to Lucas's armor. Seraphine stood by one corner, her gaze moving deliberately over the maps. Speaking softly, Roland was giving two lieutenants strong, forceful motions. "Report," Lucas said, calling everyone's attention. Roland straightened, a shade of tiredness stalking his face. "Scouts have verified Viktor is strengthening his position on the northern forest boundary. With him—at least three covens—are the witches. A murmur s
Like a drumbeat that wouldn't quiet, Lucas could sense the weight of the guardian's last words resonating in the rear of his consciousness. Once more the estate was still, the cries of combat and blade clash replaced by the tense calm of those too terrified to talk. Now covered in traces of magic and conflict, the courtyard looked haunted by the ghosts of people lost in the fight. He turned from the scene, a raw wound inside him getting more severe with every pulse. "Lucas," Roland said from across the hall, his voice cautious as though one incorrect word would break whatever brittle grasp Lucas still possessed. Lucas looked at Roland, eyes blazing from more than the dust of the fight. "They're gone for now," Roland said, his words slightly pinched with tiredness. Still, they will gather once more. Viktor will not allow this stand. "I know," Lucas answered, his voice low and somewhat hollow. Not sure
Lucas held Aria's dead body in his arms, the dawn light mercilessly shining over the courtyard's wreckage. The silence was perfect, disturbed only by his jagged gasps tearing from his chest. The guards stood still around him, their faces reflecting the horror that matched his own. As if in respect to the moment, even the wind appeared to stop. "Lucas," Roland said from behind, low and strained. He walked slowly, eyes shadowed with desperation and grief. "We have to relocate. If Viktor does not already know, he will know shortly. Lucas's eyes flew to Roland, a wild, shattered sparkle. "She's gone," he muttered, his words hollow and slurred. "I know," Roland said, lines of sadness clearly on his face. "But we have to act right away. There is yet to be done. The reality of those words felt to Lucas like a razor slicing across the fog in his brain. Although Aria had given a great sacrifice—the power she had unl
Though there was no calm in its arrival, the first light of morning cast the sky in streaks of delicate pink and gold. Burned grass, broken stone, and the still forms of those who had bravely stood to keep the line bore the marks of the war. Aria looked around the scene, her heart hurting with the weight of loss and the certainty of what had to follow.Lucas stood a few yards away, back to her, giving the other guards commands. His voice was calm, strong, a lighthouse among the tumult. She yearned for that consistency, for hope that their struggle may be won free from the cost she was ready to pay."Aria," a voice whispered quietly.She turned to see Roland staring back, his eyes keen and informed. He had seen the change in her attitude, the will that had become steel-hard." Does he know?" Although Roland's inquiry was subdued, it cut right through her.She said, "Not yet," pushing a tiny, sad smile. And he cannot.Roland's lips drew a thin
Aria stood in the silence that followed Lucas's announcement, the tense atmosphere of the room stranding against her chest. The absence of the mark created a space that seemed to reflect unsaid promises of anarchy. Lucas's sad, tired eyes met hers, quietly begging for understanding that he had no right to demand. She inhaled gently to quiet the whirl inside her.You believe this will stop Viktor? Her inquiry hung there, challenging him to validate the impossibility.Lucas's mouth closed and the steel came back to his eye. "It's beginning. Edrik's allegiance is strong even if it could be distorted. We really need that advantage.Roland cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly in the background before she could answer. We have to guard the estate, sir. Viktor won't wait if he finds out of course.Lucas nodded, the dominating aura that made him a leader encircling him like second skin. Try it. Send our friends word and double the guards. We are following the
Lucas's estate's hallways were trenched in a tense silence broken only by Aria's steady footfall as she tracked from a safe distance. Lucas and Roland followed a route that veered further into the estate, where secrets appeared to hang like ancient ivy on the walls. The air grew colder, metallic in taste that accelerated Aria's heart rate. She stayed in the shadows, ears straying to catch bits of movement-related speech."Do you suppose he will agree?" Usually so calm, Roland's voice was tense.Lucas said, "He has to," the words short and clipped. "There is nothing else to choose."Stopped in front of a huge iron door, one Aria had never seen before, they huddled behind a tapestry showing a fight long past. Roland opened it, and the moan of old hinges shivered her back. Aria edged closer as they vanished inside, peered through the breach before sliding into the room behind them, quiet as a shadow.The chamber was darkly lighted, the air smelling of old wa
The soft crackling of the fire burning in the large hearth was the only sound audible shattering the quiet in the room. The fires reflected a pleasant glow over the old wooden panels Lucas utilized in his study, so coloring the area in gold and amber tones. Bargains were struck in the chamber, alliances were developed, and historical events were revisited. There were secrets in the place. Tonight was the night the decision that would shape everyone engaged's destiny would be formed in a furnace.Lucas stood by the window, and the moonlit sky offered a background against which his tall and broad form could be seen. Glancing out into the night, his eyes were fixed on something far beyond the glass and he lost himself. His typically steady and careful fingers twitched as though the tempest raging within of him was reflected in them.Aria interrupted the silence with a soft but firm voice. She said, "Lucas." She stood toward the middle of the ro