The council chambers turned into a war room in a matter of seconds. The lights stayed on long after midnight, maps covered all available surfaces. They looked over scout reports, red strings connected territories, supply routes, known enemy positions, and potential attack points. For the third time that night, Lucas tossed another crumpled piece of paper across the room.
“It doesn’t work.”
Killian rubbed his tired eyes.
“None of them work”
Killian didn’t go to bed, neither did Lucas nor Ethan. Ethan stood near the map wall, studying every possible route into the Northern territory. The Rouge King was on the move, and nobody knew where he would strike first. Which made planning nearly impossible.
“We know he’s assembling an army,” Lucas said
“We know he has rogue wolves, and dark
