Alder’s POV:

Once again, the throne room of the Vine clawhold buzzed with immense energy.

A pulse of urgency filled the room as all the elders huddled around and exchanged strategies over a war table.

Alpha Alder stood at the extreme edge of the table with a grim expression on his face, his eyes narrowed as he stared down on the map of the clawhold.

He leaned over the table; his right hand hovered around the east edge of the WhiteVale, the dim candlelight flickered at the center of ...