As she studied the two armies, her horror deepened. Despite the courage and strength of the werewolves and vampires, it was clear the lycans had the advantage. They were bigger, stronger, and there were more of them. Even with the alliance of two supernatural races, the lycans were formidable foes, and they would tear through the ranks with little difficulty.
Her eyes darted between the two sides, anxiety rising in her chest as she realized the terrible truth: there would be bloodshed. A lot of it. And Azriel, her mate, was in the center of it all.
“What do we do?” Lora whispered in her mind, her heart racing as she watched the armies prepare for battle.
Lora crouched in the shadows, her heart racing as the sight of the two armies facing each other weighed heavily on her mind. The groun
