Ryder POV
The main hall is packed with every fighting wolf we have left. Maybe fifty total. Against two hundred.
The math is s**t.
I stand at the front with Jolie beside me, and I watch my pack's faces. Fear. Anger. Determination. They're looking at us like we have all the answers.
"We're outnumbered four to one." No point sugar-coating it. "They've got the high ground, heavy weapons, and a coordinated command structure. In a straight fight, we lose."
Mara stands up from the back. "So what's the play, boss? We surrender?"
"We attack." Jolie's voice cuts through the murmurs. "But not the way they expect."
Every eye turns to her. My mate steps forward, and even exhausted from travel, even wearing worn jeans and a faded tank top, she looks exactly what she is. A Luna incarnate.
"They
