Chapter 30 The Howl Of Unity

• The days after the vision passed in a blur of movement.
• Dawnridge transformed from sanctuary to stronghold. Once quiet corridors now rang with the clash of training blades and the rhythmic thud of paws on stone. Wolves from rival packs sparred side by side. Old enemies nodded in respect. And every night, Ivy watched the moon rise higher, fuller—closer to the final reckoning.
• But the Hollowed did not strike yet.