Selena’s POV
The war room King Jubril created was now a hive of organized chaos as everything began to develop in perfect preparation. Walls were papered with maps, news from magical communications overflowed between agents and the thronges of assembled nobles shifted with precision to rival a military fold surging toward climax.
"Status Check," I ordered pointing at strategic routes on the main tactical map.
"Eastern assault team standing by," Vex said. "Twenty-three wolves, assembled on the True Alpha's command in just the right place.”
"Northern distraction force?"
"In position. Then a half dozen more shifters would storm the place, causing just enough confusion to lure defenders away from his main egress.”
"And the extraction team itself?"
“Four of our elite,” the woman operativ
