I laid it out at the war table while the nine Alphas watched a Beta's daughter tell kings how to take a pack.
"Damien wants a siege," I said. "He's built for it four hundred wolves on the walls, his warriors salted through them, the whole pack turned into a shield. If we assault the front, we prove him right: the true line butchers the innocent to take the throne. That's the trap. So we don't assault the front." I set my hands on the map of Crescent Hollow a map I hadn't needed to draw, because I'd carried it in my body since I was a girl. "We take the pack from the inside. And we do it before a single wall is stormed."
Old Bron leaned forward. "No one takes a walled pack from inside, girl. That's why they build the walls."
"They build the walls to keep armies out," I said. "Not servant
