"You know, if anyone had told me months ago that I’d be taking strategic battle orders from a Silver Crest wolf, I would have thrown them off a cliff."
Julio slammed a leather map scroll onto the war room table. The force was enough to send three crystal wine glasses rattling.
Every head around the table snapped toward him and the tension in the room spiked instantly. My fingers hovered an inch above the troop deployment charts.
Instead, Julio let out a loud and boisterous laugh, reaching across the map to clap his hand beside my map markers.
"Good thing I didn't, because this flanking route through the reserves is sheer genius," Julio declared. A grin of respect stretched across his face as he looked at me. "You dismantled three of my defensive drills in the yard yesterday, but this
