Chapter 71

　　Damon 　　Saturday arrived. 　　The sun dipped low in the morning sky, casting hues of fiery orange and pink as I rallied the Wild Fang Camp. The morning had begun like any other, with the clinking of utensils and the camaraderie of shared breakfast. The aroma of hot food hung in the air, a temporary respite before the storm that awaited us. 　　Seated among my men, the weight of the upcoming mission hung heavily on my shoulders. The taste of breakfast seemed to linger, a bittersweet reminder of the normalcy we were about to disrupt. In that moment, as I raised my eyes from my plate, a sudden surge of determination coursed through me. I stood, my chair scraping against the ground, capturing the attention of my comrades. 　　"Listen up, my friends," I began, my voice cutting through the their morning chatter. The air felt charged, and I could sense the collective focus of the Wild Fang men turning towards me. 　　"Tonight, when the sun bows to the moon, we will march into Blood Rose to face Ro