Lyla
I jolted awake to the sounds of commotion and Ramsey hurriedly pulling on his clothes. The room was still dark, pre-dawn light barely filtering through the curtains.
"What's happening?" I mumbled, still disoriented from sleep.
"We're under attack," Ramsey said tersely. "Get dressed quickly."
That snapped me fully awake. I sat up, pushing hair from my face. "Nathan?"
"Worse." Ramsey strapped on his weapons belt. "A large army of Ferals and their Trinaxes is approaching White Mountain. It's likely the Dark One himself."
The mention of the Trinax sent cold fear through me. If they were here, this wasn't just another battle. This was the war we'd been dreading.
I leapt from bed and dressed frantically, choosing clothes I could fight in—sturdy pants, boots, and a reinforced leather jacket. As I braided my hair back, Ramsey checked his ammunition.
"Ready?" he asked.
