Wyatt’s POV

The battlefield had been set. Every piece was exactly where it should be. Purebloods and shifters waited as the moon rose. The only remaining variable was Bernardo. And how many wolves he had turned.

He checked in with Tanner and Edgar from the villa. Everything seemed to be in motion, and all was quiet. Eva had sent most of the staff home for their own safety, but there were a few servants that wanted to stay.

Now it was a waiting game.

Wyatt watched ...