KENNA'S POV
The heavy thud of Killian’s fist slamming into the stone table echoed through the chamber, shattering the last remnants of the morning's quiet. I looked down at the map, my eyes tracking the green lines of Kaelum’s magic as they highlighted the jagged terrain of the southern ridge.
Through the bond, the fierce, bloodthirsty anticipation radiating from both of my Alphas was like an electric current casing through my veins. Killian’s shadow-wolf, **Vane**, was practically baring his teeth in my mind, while Kaelen’s silver wolf, **Fenris**, stood poised and ready to leap. For so long, the southern ridge had been a blind spot—a jagged throat of land where Morvan’s forces could slip through the cracks of our kingdom. But today, the ground beneath our feet felt entirely different.
