Deborah’s POV

The silence after the messenger spoke was very tense. Deborah's hand went to the platinum mark on her collarbone. It was still warm, still buzzing with power from the Eclipse Bond. Around the room, everyone looked at her, waiting. They always waited for her to lead, to decide, to protect them.

"How many?" she asked. Her voice sounded calmer than she felt.

Garrett, a young wolf messenger, swallowed hard. "Scouts say at least two hundred, Alpha. Maybe more. They're moving ...