"Most likely." His grey eyes were grim. "Which means we need to be even more strategic about our own preparations."
We moved back into the main sitting room, where maps and documents had been spread across the coffee table. I recognised the layout of the pack's ceremonial grounds, a natural amphitheatre in the woods behind the main house.
"The ceremony traditionally takes place here," Alpha Maxwell pointed to the centre of the clearing. "You'll be presented to the pack, then undergo your first shift under the full moon."
I studied the map, Diamond's voice whispering observations in my mind about sight lines and escape routes. Her tactical awareness was startling; apparently, Alpha bloodline wolves came with built-in strategic instincts.
"Where will the Northern Alliance representatives
