The war room had been a cluttered storage space barely forty-eight hours ago. Now it pulsed with urgency, transformed into the operational heart of Silvercrest’s defense strategy.
Maps covered every wall. They marked Silvercrest territory with defensive positions in red, patrol routes in blue, and possible threat vectors in yellow. Additional maps showed compromised packs across the continent, hidden facility sites marked with black X’s, and safe territories highlighted in green. There were not enough green spaces to bring comfort.
Marcus stood in the center, pointer in hand, addressing enforcers who had trained nonstop since Luna cracked the encrypted files. His voice remained controlled and calm, but Sera felt the tension burning beneath his composure through their mate bond. “The know
