By the third day, the Pride Lands' capital had transformed into a refugee camp and a military installation. Hybrids were everywhere in the capital.
They'd stopped calling themselves "the hidden ones" or "the half-bloods." Someone had started using a different term for them-
The Forsaken.
Those abandoned by both human and beast worlds. Those who were considered too dangerous and were treated as mistakes. Those who'd spent their lives hiding, and were now finally stepping out to fight for their survival.
"I know you all are scared." Nyx said as she stood in front of two hundred hybrids. "I'm scared too. In nine days, Darius Bloodmaw will bring an army to kill us just because we exist.
He thinks we're weak and too broken to fight back. But he's wrong. We're not weak. We're just untrained but we have nine days to change that."
"Nine days isn't enough!" Someone shouted.
