POV: Nyxara
"Absolutely not." Veyr's voice was final, unyielding. "You're not going alone."
"Three packs, Veyr. Hundreds of innocent wolves." I stood my ground across the war table from him. "I can't let them die because I was too afraid to face my uncle."
"It's a trap," Rhex argued. "Obviously a trap. He wants you isolated, vulnerable."
"I know that." I looked between the three of them. "But what choice do I have? Ignore the ultimatum and have their blood on my hands?"
Zephyr's analytical mind was working, I could see it in his eyes. "There might be a middle ground."
"I'm listening."
"You go to Crescent Falls. But we follow at a distance." He moved pieces on the map. "Close enough to intervene if needed, far enough that Silas doesn't see us immediately."
"He'll have scouts watchin
