Chloe’s pov
Inside the great stone hall, oil lamps burned low along the timber pillars. Red Moon warriors rushed through the corridors, carrying fresh iron spears, leather wraps, and bundles of sulfur torches.
After six long years of hiding in the southern valley, I was standing back in the heart of my husband's pack house. But there was no time for bitter memories, no time for anger, and no time to dwell on the dark hall where Tabitha had once worn my title.
My six-year-old daughter was in Fernando's dark hands.
"Wylie!" Nash roared, his voice echoing off the high stone rafters like thunder. "Assemble the elite vanguard in the main courtyard! Every mounted warrior on full armor!"
"Already done, Alpha!" Wylie shouted back, sprinting down the broad stone steps. "The horses are saddled,
