Astella's POV

The cries from the coalition camps pierced the night air like daggers through my soul. I gripped my hands hard against the rock of the top of the tower as I watched the horror unfold below. The orange flames illuminated between the trees where the Silvermoon Pack had camped out and the howls of the Shadow Wolves would have the hairs on the back of any one’s neck standing.

“We need to help them,” I said, addressing the assemblage. Thane's green gazes met my brown eyes and I was sure I saw the same dilemma in them that had me torn at the center of my ribcage.

"Help...