The celebration ended before dawn.
The united wolf kingdom had barely slept after the coronation when the first scream reached the capital.
A border village.
Burning.
Rowan stood in the war chamber of the royal palace, staring at the map spread across the long stone table. Red markers had already been placed along the northern frontier.
Three villages.
Destroyed overnight.
Ivy entered the chamber moments later, already dressed in her battle armor. The Supreme Luna mark on her collarbone glowed faintly beneath the torchlight.
She didn’t look tired.
But Rowan could feel the tension inside her through their mate bond.
“The reports are worse than we thought,” he said quietly.
Ivy stepped beside him and studied the map.
“What attacked them?”
Rowan slid a parchment toward her.
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