The war room buzzed with grim energy. Maps covered every surface, marked with red pins showing Shadowfang movements and new allied threats. Darius had not been idle after the failed ambush. Intelligence reports confirmed a major rival alliance—Shadowfang joined by two smaller packs hungry for Steel territory. Coordinated attacks had already begun on outlying borders.
Faith stood at the long table beside Ronan, her shoulder brushing his arm. The claiming mark on her neck still tingled faintly under her collar, a constant reminder of their deepening bond. She wore practical clothes now—dark pants and a fitted jacket—ready for whatever came next.
Ronan’s voice was steady but edged with steel as he addressed the council. “They’re hitting supply lines and scouting parties. Testing us. We need
