The sun had barely risen when Liana found herself standing on a ridge overlooking the eastern woods, the landscape bathed in a soft, golden glow. It had been four days since she, with the help of the other Alphas, had set up the intricate traps around the twelve packs in the east. The operation had been as delicate as it was crucial—each step calculated to ensure that no trace of their movements would be detected by the rogues or their spies.
The task had been daunting. Sneaking warriors and reinforcements into the eastern woods without raising suspicions had required every bit of Liana’s cunning and the full cooperation of the Alphas she had enlisted. They were the ones whose presence wouldn’t raise eyebrows, their names carefully chosen from among those who weren’t expected to appear in
