"I'm going after the old packs," Ronan announced, his green eyes burning with determination. "Someone has to find wolves who still believe in the prophecy." Elara gripped his arm, her silver power flickering slightly. "It's too dangerous. Those seven things in the sky—" "Will arrive whether we're ready or not," Ronan cut her off kindly.
"But if I can bring back allies who remember the old ways, we might survive." Kael stepped forward, his face grim. "The Northern Territories are three days away. The ancient packs there haven't spoken to strangers in decades." "Perfect," Ronan said with a wild grin. "They're exactly who we need." Darian frowned. "What if they refuse to help?" "Then I'll make them understand," Ronan replied, his voice carrying the dangerous edge that made him the most feared of the triplets in fight.
