Ryder POV

The main hall is packed with every fighting wolf we have left. Maybe fifty total. Against two hundred.

The math is shit.

I stand at the front with Jolie beside me, and I watch my pack's faces. Fear. Anger. Determination. They're looking at us like we have all the answers.

"We're outnumbered four to one." No point sugar-coating it. "They've got the high ground, heavy weapons, and a coordinated command structure. In a straight fight, we lose."

Mara stands up from the back. "So what's ...