A murmur of agreement rippled through the chamber. Paul leaned forward, his knowledge of his father's tactics crucial to our planning. "The Black Faes rely heavily on their illusionary magic. We disrupt that, we disrupt them. Our human friends have developed tech that can counteract those illusions."

"Then it is decided," I proclaimed. "We will use our combined forces to exploit their weaknesses." The plan was taking shape-a multi-pronged attack that would see werewolf ferocity bolstered by ...