Kian's pov
For over a week, Father and his council had been locked in endless meetings, their voices echoing through the pack house day and night. Ever since Midwest sent their guards flooding into North Ridge, the entire pack had been on edge. Warriors trained double shifts, scouts barely slept, and everyone knew that war was brewing.
And because of it, my plan to confess the truth about Cecilia had been pushed aside. There was no time for personal matters when the sound of war drums was getting louder.
That morning in the war room, the tension was thick enough to choke on. The map of the borderlands lay spread across the long oak table, red and black markers scattered over it.
“We can’t sit here and do nothing!” Alpha Koro growled, his thick hand slamming against the table. “That lan
