Betty's POV. 

The command tent felt cramped with all of us crowded inside—Damien, Alpha Lorcan, Claire, Beta Mason, and me, along with a handful of senior guards.

Maps were spread across the central table, marked with positions of patrols, rogue sightings, and the territories Lord Ravenswood had tried to sell out from under us. 

Alpha Lorcan leaned over them, his earlier anger cooled into something more analytical.

"The northern approach here," he said, tapping a section of forest. ...