Chapter 228
- Kaelen POV
- The perimeter looks like a damn war camp.
- Silverstrike banners snap in the wind alongside Ironfell’s darker standards, warriors moving in steady lines as defenses go up layer by layer. Ronan’s people are reinforcing the eastern ridge, Ironfell’s scouts sweeping the tree line, Nightfang wolves weaving between them all like this has always been one pack instead of three forced together.