WHISPERS OF WAR.
RORY'S POV
“Make me coffee.”
He ordered in the morning like he had never begged me to sleep in his bed last night—or maybe the name Ryker still haunted him.
“About last night—”
“Summon my Beta and leave my chamber.” His voice was cold, sharp. “Not only do you keep mentioning our enemy, but the one who slaughtered our kind—”
A knock.
His jaw clenched, his fury barely contained. But I never lied when I said I didn’t belong to him.
Elijah stepped inside.
“Assemble the warriors.” Renzo’s voice was quieter now, but no less lethal.
“We’re going to war.”
"You can't launch an attack on the humans until you figure out how to fight what they used last night."
Renzo’s gaze snapped to me, burning with barely contained rage.
"Now you care?" His voice was sharp, bitter. "I
