Dillian’s POV
I broke through the surface of the water, my mind heavy with everything I had just discussed with my people. The meeting had been long and tense. My father’s army was unbeatable—the strongest warriors in the Northern Waters, trained for generations, fueled by pure hatred. Werewolves stood almost no chance against them. One song, one hypnotic command from a siren, and entire packs could turn on themselves in a bloodbath. Claws ripping into their own mates. Teeth tearing into their own children. The thought made my stomach turn.
I needed a plan B. Something solid in case my risky deal with my father fell apart. Because it probably would.
I also knew the truth I didn’t want to face…my father had been secretly following me for two days now. He didn’t trust me. Of course he did
