The great hall of Shadow Fang was silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence,the dangerous kind,the kind that settled over a room when everyone feared saying the wrong thing,Kael Draven sat at the head of the obsidian table, his silver eyes fixed on the map spread before him,the territories of the northern packs stretched across the parchment in careful detail trade routes.
Border lines,hunting grounds,every inch of land under Shadow Fang's control and every problem threatening it.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.Three villages along the eastern border had failed to deliver their monthly supplies not because they refused because they couldn't, the recent storms had destroyed roads, damaged storage houses, and driven prey deeper into the mountains.
Ordinarily, Kael would have considered
