The heavy stone table in Ronan’s study was covered with maps, supply manifests, and now, Finn’s detailed sketch of the Shadowfang fortress. Lyra stood between the two men, feeling the culmination of weeks of planning solidified into one high-stakes venture.
Ronan traced a line from Nightfang's main city across a jagged mountain range to the Black Tooth peak. "The logistical challenge is immense. Transporting enough preserved food, enough to offer Alpha Theron a genuine, viable alternative to Kael's supply lines, will require three of our largest transport sleds, driven by forty dedicated wolves, carrying reserves we can ill afford to lose."
Finn, ever the pragmatist, tapped the parchment. "Let's quantify the stakes, Alpha. Lyra’s vision confirms Kael has Shadowfang captive. If we fail to
