Kora’s POV
The storm rolled in before dawn. Thunder cracked across the horizon, shaking the packhouse to its core. I stood by the window, watching the rain s***h through the trees, my reflection ghosted against the glass — pale, drawn, but alive.
Edward hadn’t slept. He’d been pacing the room since the messenger brought the news — Luther’s forces were gathering at the southern border. Hundreds of wolves.
War wasn’t coming.
It was already here.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said softly.
He didn’t answer right away. He was shirtless, sweat gleaming along the muscles of his back as he stared down at the maps sprawled across the table. The faint glow of candlelight danced against his skin, making him look carved out of flame and shadow.
“I’m thinking Luther’s lost control of his pac
