Chapter Eighty

The grounds were ripe with anticipation. There was so much tension in the air. For the past three weeks, we'd strategized and talked and fought on the right course of action. A week ago we found that the vampires and terrors were moving closer to the southern borders, they were heading towards the bear shifter packs, cutting off the second strongest shifters before coming for the Kings land. A group of lion shifters who barely made it out with their lives brought the news with them. We ride on today. I walk towards the camps shifters readying themselves for battle, elves, fae, and seelies readying their armor. I could see the fear in their eyes. They were all afraid. That I could see quite clearly. The tents were full, large wolves walking about, the others were scattered about, some reigning the horses, others having meals, some in a circle just waiting. I spot Faran at a far distance, he walks about almost in an aimless manner looking at everything, stopping occasionally to talk to a