Chapter Forty one
Third POV The war room was suffocating the next morning. Maps covered every surface, red markers showing enemy movements. Damon stood at the head of the table, as always, while Marcus, Elowen, and several senior warriors gathered around them. “We can’t wait for them to strike first,” Damon said, his voice firm and also trying to be reasonable. “The Hollow Court is gathering strength. If we sit here, they’ll come back and they'll pick us apart.” Marcus nodded. “Our scouts confirm at least three hundred shadow creatures assembling thirty miles north. They’re bringing corrupted wolves too.” Sophie shifted Lucas on her hip. The baby watched everything with wide, intelligent eyes. “What if we take the fight to them?” she suggested. “A preemptive strike before they’re fully ready.” Elowen s
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