Thoros Myr’s POV
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The war room filled fast, every senior wolf in the Bloodstone camp gathering around the map table within minutes of Garrick's warning.
And I felt the old, familiar weight of leadership settle back onto my shoulders like armor I had never fully taken off, six years of careful preparation collapsing into a single, urgent night that I had known was coming and still was not fully ready for.
The torches burned low, throwing long shadows across faces I had known my entire life, faces that trusted me to lead them through whatever came next.
"How many?" I asked, studying the scout's markings along the border, the ink still fresh where Garrick had marked troop positions, the numbers already worse than I had feared, worse than
