The war room is silent.
Not calm.
Not peaceful.
Silent in the way a battlefield goes silent before another storm.
Maps cover every table.
Territories.
Mountain ranges.
Underground tunnels.
Ancient ruins.
Old vampire strongholds.
Known attack routes.
Unknown regions.
Half-burned reports.
Bloodstained notes.
Scouting records.
Missing patrol markers.
And in the center of it all—
Jack.
He hasn’t slept.
Not really.
Not since Samantha was taken.
Dean knows.
Felix knows.
The entire pack knows.
Because Jack hasn’t left this room in nearly three days.
Not to eat.
Not to rest.
Not even to shift.
Only strategy.
Only planning.
Only one goal.
Bring her home.
Jack stands over the largest map, hands braced against the table hard enough to crack wood.
His eyes are bloodsho
