Selena’s POV
The war room that King Jubril had set up in the heart of shifter lands was impressive: Maps on every wall, magical scrying devices to track actions in multiple places at the same time, a table big enough for two dozen commanders plotting a military operation.
I stood at that table now, flanked by shifter leaders whose names had carried weight across territories. Vex was there, down to three other clan chiefs that I’d been introduced to. They all looked at me with suspicion and some respect.
"The Lycan's strongholds have three main lines of defence." I gestured with a pointer on the complex map that I had brought. “The outer edge is patrolled by mixed units—older, experienced veterans supplemented with younger wolves who must show their worth.”
"Strength?" one of the clan c
