RIVEN
The scout had entered the war room without knocking, his face ashen with urgency. "Alphas! Hostile forces on all sides. Ash’s wolves out of the north, shifter forces from the east and unknowns moving in on contacts south and west. We're completely surrounded."
Kael and I caught one other’s eyes, years of twin speak exchanged in a single look. This was not mere sickly Ash laying siege. This was coordinated. Planned. A military operation that meant to overrun our defenses.
"How many?" I demanded, striding over to the map laid out on the table.
"Three hundred, at least," the scout replied. "Maybe more. Ash’s ranks are the tightest. Fifty, maybe. The others are shape-shifters, well-armed and organized.”
"Jubril," Kael said quietly. “This is definitely Jubril.
I nodded while a few t
