“Kasamaan.”
Draco repeated the name, tasting it on his tongue like he wasn’t sure he heard it right the first time. The entire room was holding its breath.
“That can’t be,” he said finally, voice low. “Kasamaan is dead.”
He looked around the room as if hoping someone would agree with him, but the silence only made his statement feel thinner, more uncertain.
“Are you sure?” Darius asked—not accusing, not skeptical. Just quiet. Measured.
“No one’s heard from him since the fall of Iron Fang,” Draco replied. “Their entire territory was razed. The Alpha—Hunter—he was killed in the final siege.”
My blood ran cold.
Hunter. That name again.
Draco continued, his brow furrowed. “His Luna, was slain too. Along with their child. The corpses were... hard to identify. The battle was brutal. But
