“So what’s the plan?” Tarrin's voice echoed out as they all gathered in Draven's study. The mood was solemn and quiet while Jorah stayed by Myra’s side.
Myra had been quiet since the encounter with the lycan; there was a distant, lost look in her eyes that held troubling doubt and guilt as she stared into a void.
Enzo wasn’t at all thrilled by the news the moment they got back from the outer towers, with the response to the lycans’ demands being Myra or a war they didn’t want.
Their demand was one that Draven didn’t stand for at all, and one that caused the lycans to make a graceful threat toward Draven and his pack.
The lycans were known to be cunning, and they found their leverage in the pack; they wanted to control it, and they needed a way out.
“So you are telling me that they wan
