“Elijah knows,” Zane’s voice was tight, his gaze shifting uneasily between the wolves gathered around us. “We don’t have much time.”
My pulse quickened. “How?”
Zane shook his head, his jaw clenched. “Doesn’t matter. He’s already gathering his most loyal wolves. We’re running out of options.”
The words hit hard, a rush of fear surging through me, but I couldn’t let it show. I looked at the wolves in the clearing—the few who had trusted me enough to meet tonight, to stand with me against Elijah. They were watching, waiting for me to lead.
If Elijah knew what we were planning, it wouldn’t be long before he made his move. I had to act now or lose everything.
“Then we move tonight,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “We hit him before he can rally more support.”
A murmu
