Chapter 391: Edge of Chaos

Killian’s POV

The camp was alive with activity, warriors moving like clockwork as weapons were sharpened, armor adjusted, and strategies refined.

The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.

The final confrontation was drawing near, and every wolf here knew it.

Astrid approached, her steps light but purposeful, her face shadowed with exhaustion. “Drystan and Nova haven’t sent word yet,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine.

“They will,” I replied, forcing certainty into my voice. “They know what’s at stake.”