NATHAN’S POV
“Tell me I Am wrong.”
Lucien’s voice followed me across the strategy room before I even fully stepped inside.
“You are wrong,” I answered automatically.
“You haven’t even heard what I was going to say.”
“Didn’t need to.”
“You are considering it.”
I kept walking.
Which was answer enough. The room sat near the western edge of our territory. Stone walls. War maps covering nearly every surface. Supply counts. Border reports. Movement patterns. Order. Structure. Preparation. Things I understood. Things that made sense. Unlike politics. Unlike marriage proposals. Unlike pretending I could build a future while another wolf held Elodie captive.
“Say it,” Lucien said.
“No.”
“Nathan—”
“I said no.”
“You are considering Tristan’s proposal.”
“I am considering his wolves.”
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