KILLIAN
I stared at the glowing strategy map at the front of the council chamber while Bram delivered his report.
My expression remained an unreadable block of ice, but beneath the mahogany table, my index finger tapped a tight, rhythmic cadence against my thigh.
The four of us—myself, my Beta Bram, and my two Gammas, Sophia and Dale—were gathered in the heavily soundproofed war room deep within the executive wing. Everyone else had been cleared from the floor. This conversation was reserved strictly for the inner circle.
“As much as I disrelish considering the possibility,” Bram continued, his grave voice cutting through the quiet, “there is a strong likelihood that the Red Canine Pack is mobilizing for an ambush along our western perimeter. They may be planning to invade our territor
