{Isabella}
"How many rogues?"
"More than fifty steadily approaching the woods," Damien says and examines the map of the pack lands thoroughly. He places a red block on the woods to the west flank of the territory.
"Demons?"
Vicky made a sound. "60 or so."
I sucked in a sharp breath. "From what I know, Archer is here because of me. It's one way or the other. He asks from a transaction-me being the subject traded- or having the ultimate goal of killing me for revenge. Either way, once I'm gone, traded, or dead, he'll still continue attacking the pack until only a phantom of what it once was remains."
"What do you suggest we do?" Marco cuts in subtly. Everyone's gazes cut to the twins in the room. Victoria shuffles uncomfortably and clenches her fist to the side.
I tap my chin in conce
