POV: Nyxara
I stormed into the war room where my three mates were planning defenses. The document Asheron gave me crumpled in my fist.
"Explain this," I demanded, throwing the paper on the table. Zephyr picked it up, his face going pale. "Where did you get this?"
"Asheron. He says you knew about the attack on Moonveil. That you could have warned my pack but didn't."
The silence that followed was damning.
"Say something," I whispered. "Tell me it's a lie."
Veyr stood, his scarred face unreadable. "We received intelligence about a possible attack. Rumors the Purifiers were targeting a Moon Blessed pack."
My stomach dropped. "And you did nothing?"
"We tried to confirm it," Rhex said desperately. "Sent scouts. Gathered information. But by the time we knew it was real, by the time we kn
