Elijah’s POV
The walls of the war room felt colder than usual. It wasn’t because of the stone or the chill that crept through the cracks, it was the silence that weighed on us as we entered. This room had once held plans for celebrations, treaties, patrol routes. Now it held only desperation, anger, and the ache of a stolen mate.
Liam was the first to speak. His jaw was tight, his eyes darker than normal. “We can’t wait. Every second she’s with him… she’s suffering.”
I looked at him, then at Henry, and finally to the map spread across the wide wooden table in front of us. A candle burned in the center, wax dripping onto an old map of the northern territories. Henry had already circled a few paths in red. He wasn’t one to waste time with panic, his strength was in thinking three steps ah
