Dylan’s p.o.v
The low crackle of flames in my study room did little to chase away the heaviness hanging in the room. My Beta, Seth, leaned against the map table, arms crossed, his brow furrowed.
“The king’s decree hit us harder than expected,” he said, his voice edged with frustration. “It hasn’t been twenty-four hours, and our losses are already piling up. Soldiers from the east border have been reassigned. Supplies are running thin. Especially after a man died from last night’s event? No one knows why or how, only that the magic surrounding it wasn’t natural.”
I pressed my fingers to my temples, the pressure of my position as Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack pressing down on me, harder with every passing moment.
On the contrary, my pack had always stayed separate from royal politics, th
