Freya’s POV
In the tense silence of the clubhouse, only the thudding of heavy boots and the rustling of maps mingled. We stood around the massive, scratched oak table, with the two Alphas, Silas, and Kaelen's red-haired Beta, Tara, leaning over it. I sat by Jax's side; his left hand rested constantly, protectively on the back of my chair, while with his other hand, he showed the layout of my clan's castle to the others.
"The North Wing is the most heavily guarded," I explained softly, pointing to a darker spot on the map. "That's where they keep the blood supplies and weapons. But the problem isn't just getting in. If we leave, your packs will be defenseless. The vampires know where your territory is. If they figure out our army is on the move, they'll orchestrate a bloodbath among those
