Jaxon's POV.
War was coming.
I felt it in the wind, and I could see it in the reports that landed on my desk. I had dropped Keira off and went to the meeting to be met with silence.
And you know what they always say about the silence that always came before a storm.
Chief Trore stood in front of me now, arms folded, brows furrowed. He held himself up well, but it was quite obvious that he was tense.
"There's growing aggression in three territories, one is a minor one." He said. "Ours, the Moon Claw pack, and the Iron Rock pack. Minor scuffles so far, just border patrols clashing, traders getting intercepted, false accusations flying around."
"Which of them started it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Depends on who you ask, sir." Trore said. "Each one blames the other. Nobody'
