Elsa
I sat on the bench outside the warehouse with Adam and Lucas, watching as the pack members carefully offloaded the goods.
The air was thick with the faint metallic scent of silver. It was pure—so potent that the workers had to wear gloves to handle it.
The sheer volume of bullets and vests was staggering, enough to wipe out an army of ten thousand wolves. Simone’s forces didn’t come close to that number, which gave us a much-needed edge.
The edible silver was another story entirely. It arrived in a fine, dust-like form, innocuous to look at but deadly in its purpose.
My mind swirled with plans, all sharp-edged and ruthless. It was the key to thinning the enemy ranks on a devastating scale, and while the idea made my chest tighten with its cold cruelty, I knew we had to act wit
