They pulled away from the smoking valley and set up under the lee of a basalt ridge that cut the sky… a patch of cold ground and a single roaring fire.
The wounded were being tended, the dragons already patrolling the high passes in shifts so no one would stumble into another ambush.
For once, the conversations weren’t about who hurt who; they were about how to stop him.
Braxton crouched by the fire, his hands warmed by the flames, and laid out what he’d been thinking. Everyone listened – Lycans, mages, dragon-shifters, even a handful of Nhyrax elders who had come down to witness this new direction.
“How do you find a spider who lives behind twenty walls?” Lucien asked bluntly. “Jaxon didn’t build this network overnight.”
Braxton didn’t flinch. “You don’t hunt a spider the way you h
