The call came as they were preparing to leave Drak'thar.
Owen had been in the Hatchery, watching the first light of new eggs form in their nests, when Leah's roar tore through the dimensional pocket. He found her in the courtyard with her claws digging trenches into stone.
"It's Sael," she said. Her voice was barely controlled. "The beastfolk continent. There's a demon general. He's been there for weeks. While we were in the dungeon, while we were hunting Malachar, while we were doing everything except watching our own lands."
Owen's blood went cold. "What!?"
"The Pride-Mother has been holding him off. The other clans too. But they're losing. They've been losing since we left." Her amber eyes met his. "We have to go back. Now."
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They flew without stopping.
