Diego’s fist slammed down onto the steel map table, shattering the glass screen beneath it.
Nobody in the command tent dared to breathe. Miguel stood at rigid attention, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, while three tactical officers stared fixedly at the floorboards to avoid their Alpha’s furious gaze.
I stood across the ruined table, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching the rise and fall of Diego’s shoulders as his wolf blood surged beneath his skin.
"Say that again." He bared his teeth as his eyes switched from green to gold for a split second, returning back to the former.
"Alexander didn't retreat to Silver Crest," Miguel reported, keeping his tone flat and disciplined despite the suffocating pressure in the small tent. "Scouts confirm he has personally taken c
