Logan's POV
The council chamber still hummed with the echo of the ancient prophecy, but now we had to act. With Queen Nova heavily pregnant, and the rogues growing bolder, we couldn't afford hesitation. I stood over the long planning table, maps spread in front of me, red markers littered across it like blood splatter. Gamma Lincoln flanked me, arms crossed, jaw tight. Max stood beside Nova, never too far. He was calm on the surface, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. That Lycan possessiveness, especially with a mate carrying his heirs, was practically pulsing off of him.
"We need to divide our forces," I said, tracing lines between the rogue attack sites. "They're not attacking randomly. They're circling something—or someone."
Lincoln nodded. "They're trying to bait us out.
