Chapter Twenty-One
Alvaro's Point Of View
The rogue attacks were escalating.
This was the intelligence that had been accumulating across the weeks since the alliance had begun showing its teeth, each report adding to the picture of something coordinated rather than chaotic, a series of hits against the outer pack territories that were too precisely timed to be the work of independent groups.
Someone was orchestrating it.
I stood at the map table in the early morning with Felicia on my left and Emerald standing at my right, the three of us looking at the pattern of marked locations that the reports had produced and not saying what we were all thinking, which was that the pattern had a centre and the centre was us.
"Three packs in the eastern territories in the past week," Felicia said
