The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view
From the top mountains, we could already see the troop of warriors from Vladimir's army roar their way into North Central. I
heaved a deep sigh, holding tightly onto my horse's reins, feeling my blood turn dreadfully cold. This was it. The time we battle
for our lives, and either win against fate or lose.
My deep, worried amber eyes lifted to the dark sky, and the giant full moon in it. Sheila has escaped, and right now, almost half
of the Council's army were searching for her. They were all scared, believing the darkness had taken full control of the vessel.
I sighed again, wishing that wasn't the case and I hoped Valerie and Lorenzo were having better luck than we were. Zeriyah had
called for them urgently, requesting their presence immediately. It had something to do with Shota's magic. I wanted to be there
as well, but Sheila was still missing, and we had to find her, hopefully before the war ended and the full moon turned red.
I took in a long breath, glancing to my left where Kaiser and Morgan were. I could see the same worried gaze on them. No one
knew exactly what tonight would hold for us, but one thing I was certain of was, I was going to be with Sheila every step of the
way.
"We don't have much time," I pulled both of their attention back to me. It was only a matter of a few minutes before the war
started and the first blood spilled on the earth, and we had to find Sheila before then. Every death in the course of this war only
made that bloody darkness a step from being reborn.
I could feel the pounding ache against my skull and Ryker's anguish just at the thought of what that would mean for Sheila and
us all. I badly hoped Sheila was fine.