Dawn was breaking when Dawn Rivers burst into the cave, her wolf form collapsing from tiredness. "Enemy packs," she gasped as she shifted back to human. "Thirteen of them. Allied with the Six." Elara felt her blood turn to ice. "How long do we have?" "Tonight," Dawn whispered. "They attack tonight." The cave erupted in fear, but Kael's voice cut through the chaos. "Everyone calm down. We knew this was coming." "Not thirteen packs," Derek argued. "That's three hundred wolves against our fifty."
"Then we'd better make sure I'm ready," Elara said quietly, her silver eyes blazing with determination. Tobias stepped forward, old books clutched in his weathered hands. "The training starts now." "Training?" Ronan scoffed. "We have maybe twelve hours." "Twelve hours to unlock power that's been sleeping for eighteen years," Tobias answered firmly. "It's possible, but it won't be pleasant." An hour later, Elara stood in the middle of the cave's largest chamber.
