Demetrius walked back into the living room, carrying two glasses of ice water and a small plate of sliced fruit. He handed a glass to me and one to Eloise, before leaning his hip against the armrest of my chair, his gaze fixed on Eloise.
"If this male succeeds in taking Rachel's power, he won't just rule the Lycans," Demetrius said, his tone hard and pragmatic. "He will enslave anyone who stands in his way, including his own kind. If these covens want to survive, they need to realize that standing on the sidelines is a death sentence."
Eloise nodded slowly, taking a sip of the water. "You're right. And if we want to fight back, we have to start with defenses. Your pack borders are strong against physical threats, but your father’s magic bypasses physical walls. We need suppression runes
