/-Zara-/

The war room had never felt so crowded.

Draven, Maleek, Ryker, and I stood around a massive table covered in maps, documents, and lists of names. Elder Morana was still unconscious, poisoned by someone we couldn't identify. Most of our potential allies were either terrified or already compromised. And we had exactly seventy-two hours.

"We need to contact the packs that aren't under Shadow Council influence," Ryker said, pointing to a map where he'd marked territories in different ...