SYLVESTER
“There’s more than one way to destroy a pack.”
The war room smelled like old stone, ink, and smoke. I stood at the head of the table, fingers pressed into the polished wood, eyes fixed on the map sprawled out before us.
Red Moon. Shadowcrest. Borderlines etched in dark ink. Points of weakness marked with silver pins.
Eric stood to my right, Mira to my left. Behind us, our top strategists, Deltas, Gamma scouts, and a few trusted rogues, waited in silence. Every eye in that room was locked on me.
We weren’t training today.
We were planning how to bleed Shadowcrest dry.
“We won’t go straight in,” I said, voice low but firm. “Logan’s expecting an attack. His warriors are fast, smart, and desperate to protect their Luna.”
Being an Alpha, I knew how prepared all Alphas are alwa
