Rhys Volkov’s Warning

I was seated at the massive writing desk in the antechamber of my suite, pretending to review the Lycan war ordinances General Oris had left me. The ink smelled sharp and clean, and the weight of the parchment felt official and important, a world away from the scraps of damp newspaper I used to hoard for light.

My mind, however, was not on troop movements. It was running a loop of terror and exhilaration. I had gained a crucial victory yesterday: Demetrius was deploying ...