Chapter 115 A Vow Of Blood And Ash

The moon hung low, casting an eerie red glow over the fortress courtyard. A hush had fallen over the assembled warriors—packs who once warred against each other now stood side by side, bound by the threat of something older, darker, and far more powerful than their ancient feuds. Aria stood at the center of the courtyard, dressed not in regal silks or ceremonial robes, but in battle-worn leather streaked with ash. Her twin blades were strapped to her back, each hilt carved with the marks of her dual bloodlines.