LIAM’S P.O.V.
The war room was clearing out. Zach disappeared with a scowl and a wordless nod, Carlos followed behind with a muttered curse about traitors stinking up the place, and Jake took his sweet time packing up scrolls he barely read. Just so he could glare at Ethan a little longer.
I stayed.
Because unlike the rest of them, I didn’t have the luxury of pride or fury. I had to think like the Alpha. Like the one left holding the kingdom together with bloodstained hands and too many unanswered prophecies.
I leaned on the edge of the table and stared at the map again. Red markers for lost ground. Black pins for Eos sightings. And gold — gold for Iris. A single gold marker, unmoving, buried deep in the peaks where Selene had hidden her.
Hidden. Or trained. Or both. Gods, I hoped bot
