POV EMMA BELLE
The war room of the Black Crag was a cavernous space filled with the flickering orange light of torches and the heavy scent of old parchment. Nathaniel was hunched over a map of the southern territories, his silver eyes scanning the logistics of the Council's stronghold. Damon was at the far end of the hall, roaring orders to the battalion commanders.
But my mind was elsewhere. It was still anchored to the children of the Eclipse Pack—the small, innocent hands that used to reach for the extra scraps of bread I hid in my apron. The Council had taken them. And they had done it because of me.
"You're overthinking the pieces on the board, Little Queen," a voice whispered from the darkness behind me.
I jumped, spinning around. Vincent was leaning against a black sto
