The tension in Silver Ridge was palpable as Sasha addressed her gathering of wolves. Her eyes were cold, fury simmering beneath the surface.
“You all heard it,” she said, her voice sharp. “Nova has returned to Crescent Moon. She has inside information—information we can use. And she thinks she’s safe, but she isn’t. Not anymore.”
She paced before them, her every movement deliberate, the weight of her words hanging in the air. “Crescent Moon is preparing. They’ve probably already begun their wards. But if we attack now, if we strike before they can finish… we can end this. We can end her.”
Some of the wolves in the crowd exchanged uneasy glances, but Sasha’s fiery gaze silenced them.
Dorian, standing at the back of the room, felt his heart sink. He had been dreading this. He knew what
