Taryn
The pack house war room was dimly lit, shadows pooling around the heavy wooden table where we gathered. Maps, scrolls, and markers lay scattered, but none of us were paying much attention to the physical plans on paper. Our minds were tangled with the stakes—Daphne’s captivity and the looming threat of her father’s iron will.
I sat next to Gavin, who looked more worn than I had seen in months, yet determined. Caz stood near the window, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and restless. Jax and Heidi hovered by the door, their presence steady, grounded.
“We have to get her out,” Gavin said quietly, voice hoarse but resolute. “She’s smart and strong, but the Ember Forest is no joke. Her father’s pack is tight-knit, and they’ll have eyes everywhere.”
Heidi's jaw tightened. “Her father’s an
