Tidings of War

Cassia Rowe

The tension in the Iron Moon packhouse was palpable. Every hallway buzzed with low murmurs, every glance exchanged between warriors held unspoken questions. The Night Moon Alpha’s challenge loomed over us like a storm cloud, and though Darius assured me there wouldn’t be a war yet, the air carried the weight of its inevitability.

I stood by the window in the packhouse's library, starin