Leo
Devil's Lair
"Alpha, we have confirmation." Carson's voice cut through my concentration as he approached with a tablet in hand. His normally composed features were tense with urgency. "Marcus has been mobilizing forces along the northern border of Howlthorne territory. At least thirty fighters, all combat-trained."
Ronan growled deep within me. *This threatens our mate.*
I took the tablet, examining the satellite imagery with narrowed eyes. "When were these taken?"
"Less than three hours ago. Our operative managed to intercept communications suggesting they're preparing for some kind of operation within the next forty-eight hours."
I swiped through the images, my jaw clenching. "And what about the other intelligence?"
Carson lowered his voice. "There's been movem
