"Rogan, you can't win this war by yourself." Standing in the middle of the war room with Rogan's closest allies, I spoke steadily yet my heart was racing.
Rogan's eyes darkened with frustration as he turned to face me. "And you believe Victor is the solution?"
I retorted, "I don't think we can afford to ignore the fact that he's always two steps ahead." He is not engaged in territorial combat. He is striving to destroy what you have built as well as all we have built.
I could see the weight of the upcoming struggle pushing down on him as his jaw tightened. The warriors of the pack were honing their weapons all around us in anticipation of the battle that would determine our fate. Marcus stepped close to the doorway, his irritation evident, while Clara leaned against the table, her brow
