The morning light slanted through the high windows of the Bloodstone hall, touching the war map spread across the great oak table. The carved markings of territories and ley lines glimmered faintly, almost pulsing beneath the parchment.
Crystal stood at Dustin’s side, fingers resting against the edge of the table, her breath steady even as the low hum beneath the surface of the map made her skin crawl. She’d felt the shift at dawn, a deep throb through the earth that had stirred Bree within her. Her wolf paced uneasily, hackles raised beneath the surface of Crystal’s skin.
Across the table stood Alpha Rhea Torin of Silverpine, lean, tawny-haired, her amber eyes sharp and wary, and Beta Cyrus Vale of Ash Vale Pack, whose holographic projection flickered with static from the crystal relay.
