Blade's POV
The safe house didn't look as spacious as it was the last time we were here, probably because it was more crowded today. I stood at the head of the table, a digital map spread before me on the digital desk. Black markers indicated Black Moon territory, blue indicated ours and yellow was for the neutral packs we desperately needed to sway.
"We need more allies," I said, breaking the silence that had settled after Dante finished speaking. "The economic sanctions are working, but Thorne's adapting faster than expected. He's reaching out to packs we haven't secured yet, offering them deals we can't match."
"So outbid him," Belle said from where she sat, leaning back in her chair with that casual confidence she always carried. "You have the resources, don't you?"
"We don't." I
