Twenty-Seven

Third Person POV-

The war between creatures rages on out side the castle walls, many have fallen and more have begun to gather in their place.

With Ferrah and the last king of dark-lings trying to break Lewis out of his tormented hell of silver locks and weakening chains, her pups are now being lowered to the ground by the winged creatures.

Carter now fights for his life with Lorant standing over him, he’s bloody and bruised and hanging on to the last of the strength the moon goddess bestowed upon him.

Hearing the cries of his children draw Carters strength from the depths of his soul and he reaches with a power he had never known before, drawing energy from the wolves around him he calls upon his mate.

Ferrah feels her mates need and rushes to his aid leaving Grago to help Lewis the grade warrior of her alpha’s pack escape his prison and regain his strength.

Ferrah sees her pups feet away from her downed mate .

She in that moment needs to make the choice of who to save.

Will she sav