Chapter 321

• The gates of Stormbane Citadel groaned open as the war horns faded into the cold dusk air. Aria rode at the head of the column, her armor still streaked with soot and blood. Behind her stretched ranks of battered but triumphant warriors, their howls rising like thunder to the night sky.
• The West had claimed another victory. The Northern and Southern Packs lay shattered, their armies broken across the fields. And at the very front of the carnage had been Aria—the White Wolf whose legend now spread farther than any battle standard.
• As she dismounted, the courtyard erupted. Wolves pounded their chests, warriors bowed low, and the chant rose again and again: