Chapter 10

• Alera's Pov
• The air felt thick with tension as I stood in the command tent, Kael’s sharp gaze cutting through the room like a blade. His presence alone was enough to make my pulse race, but the weight of what he was about to ask of me made it harder to breathe.
• The Lycan Kingdom was under threat. A rival faction had moved in on one of our farthest outposts, and Kael had given strict orders: hold the line at all costs. No matter what. But as I looked over the map, my mind raced. Something didn’t sit right. The terrain, the timing, the enemy movements—it all felt like a trap.