Chapter 47 The Gathering Storm

• Melisa’s POV
• A thick curtain of clouds hung over us like a foreboding cloud, and the sky was streaked with grey. As I watched from the camp's edge, the allied packs started to assemble. Wolves in human shape, their bodies battered from the previous conflict, their features bleak. There was resolve in their eyes despite their exhaustion.
• "Melissa." I was startled out of my reverie by Kane's voice. His hand brushed my arm lightly as he stood next to me. "They're prepared to hear you out."