"What happened is that you just got your very first army, Alpha."
Kael’s golden eyes widened fractionally before narrowing into a fierce, calculating glare. He didn't care about the Silver Paw's allegiance right now; he cared about the dark, necrotic residue stubbornly clinging to his mate’s aura.
"Silas!" Kael barked, his voice echoing sharply off the stone walls of the courtyard, though his large hands remained gently anchored on Elara’s waist. "Report. Now."
Silas stepped forward, entirely ignoring his own exhaustion. "We were intercepted at the eastern ridge, Alpha. A Weaver ambushed the convoy. It used the coastal ley lines to summon a horde of shadow-hounds directly from the ocean. The Luna..." Silas paused, his stoic facade cracking with genuine awe. "The Luna saved Alpha Corvan’
