They returned to the pack house before dawn, the recorder’s intel spread across the war table. Modric’s betas listened grimly as Naida played the recording—her father’s cold voice outlining the alliance, the dawn attack plan, the silver weapons meant to wipe them out.
Jax rubbed his face. “We hit them first. Hard.”
Modric nodded, calm as steel. “Prepare the warriors. Naida stays with me.”
But as the meeting broke, an old elder wolf lingered, eyes on Naida. “You should know the full truth before you fight for us, girl. Your family didn’t just kill wolves. They murdered our Alpha and Luna—Modric’s parents. Ambushed them in their own home while he was just a boy. Your father led the raid.”
The words landed like silver bullets.
Naida froze. She had read about the feud, but not this. Not t
