The reports came in faster than he could respond to them.
He was on the communication device in the corridor outside her cell, Lira standing in the doorway behind him, and Maren’s voice was steady and clipped and covering an alarm that he’d only heard from her once before — the night three years ago when an eastern pack had breached the outer territories and for six hours no one had known the extent of it.
“Alpha Rennick of the Western Reaches is three hours out and moving,” Maren said. “No diplomatic contact, no advance notification. His border guard notified ours forty minutes ago and his notification was — and I am reading this verbatim — the King is going to where the pull is strongest.”
“He’s moving on instinct,” Kael said.
“He has six hundred warriors with him, Kael.”
“They’re n
