Chapter 70

Killian’s POV

The war was getting worse. We’d already lost two strong packs in the past five months alone. So many shifters were becoming homeless, and Amoria was being infested by the Terrors day by day. The homeless population was rising because of the refugees.

My lands were in chaos, and I could barely hold on to my sanity. The council wasn’t helping—old shifters and humanoids talking about building borders and volunteering pups and kids to fight the war. We were outnumbered, I knew that very well, but throwing children into a war this bad wasn’t the answer. The pack house felt empty despite the many people coming in and out. I stood up from my seat and walked toward the window. My study seemed to be the only place where I could relax. I’d struggled to keep the beast inside me at bay, but it kept raging. It missed its mate—what had it been, over sixty or seventy years? I