Nikolai

The war room had become my second home.

I stood at the head of the table, my hands braced against the map that covered its surface. Red circles marked every compromised route, every pack that had been infiltrated, every weakness that had been exposed. The kingdom was bleeding, and I had been too blind to see the wound.

But not anymore.

"Double the guards on every wall," I said, my voice flat, commanding. "I want patrols running around the clock. No gaps. No blind spots."

Igor ...