"You"re sure about this?" Kylan asked.
Maryk yanked out his phone and pulled up the forum where the attack was being planned. He tossed the evidence to the clan chief.
Kylan and his second, Dillon, scanned the entries. Dillon cursed, while Kylan grew very still. His nostrils flared, his lips flattened into a white line and his dragon burned bright in his eyes. He passed Maryk"s phone back to him.
"Get Jasmine," he said. "Take her to the treasure cave. It"s the safest place. Tell the others to take the other women there too."
Dillon cracked his knuckles. "There won"t be enough room. The addicts alone—"
Kylan cursed. "I forgot about the addicts…"
Maryk had forgotten about them too. Everyone"s priorities were the mates. They were, after all, the only ones who could save the clans. They
