Thorne’s Point of View.

“How dare Kael?”

The war room was heavy with tension.

The torches along the walls flickered low, casting the table in uneven light.

Maps were sprawled open, weighted down by daggers, each one marked with red ink where Kael’s patrols had crossed our borders.

Cairn stood closest to me, his arms crossed, expression grim.

Across from him were my pack commanders.

The chief commander named Varek shifted restlessly, his fingers drumming against the table, ...