Chapter 631

The gates of Galeclaw Citadel groaned open as the war horns faded into the cold dusk air. Lira rode at the head of the column, her armor still streaked with soot and blood. Behind her stretched ranks of battered but triumphant warriors, their howls rising like thunder to the night sky.

The West had claimed another victory. The Northern and Southern Packs lay shattered, their armies broken across