WREN'S POV
The aftermath of the ambush weighed heavily on me as I stood in the war room, the pendant glowing faintly against my chest. The information we had gathered confirmed our worst fears: Gertrude’s forces were preparing for a coordinated strike during the celestial event.
Lyra’s voice was calm but urgent in my mind. “She’s not just striking the pack, Wren. She’s trying to end this war before it begins. We have to act quickly.”
Hunter stood beside me, his expression grim as he traced the outlines of our territory on the map. “She’s targeting more than just us,” he said. “The allied packs are vulnerable, especially if they’re caught off guard.”
I nodded, my hands moving quickly as I signed. “We need to warn them. We can’t fight this battle alone.”
…
That night, as the estate set
