Chapter 322

• Aria’s POV
• The war drums had quieted, but they still echoed in my bones. We had crushed the alliance of the North and South; their banners lay trampled beneath our claws, their warriors broken across the field. Tonight, the West was drunk on victory.
• Stormbane Citadel glowed with fire and song. The courtyard blazed with torches, wolves howled their praises, and the halls brimmed with feasting. All for me. The White Wolf. Their champion.