Andrei’s POV
I was still wiping rogue blood off of my dust-and-dirt-covered leathers when Mila found me at the western border post. The skirmish that morning had been brief but brutal—five rogues had tried to breach the new wall construction site overnight.
We had managed to kill three and captured two for questioning, but not before one of them had managed to wound two of my warriors with blades sharper than any they should have had. None of them were encrusted with rubies like the blade that once belonged to Lilith’s beloved, but they had the same sharpness—likely honed by the same blacksmiths, on the same stones.
“Alpha,” Mila said, slightly out of breath from running, “a messenger arrived from Bloodmoon. He says it’s urgent.”
With my heart in my throat, I quickly dropped everythin
