Chapter 89
Kellan
Information from the fox shifter is insane.
Not exaggerated.
Not mistaken.
Not fragmented.
Insane.
Watson has been planning a full-scale war.
Coordinated. Deliberate. Spread across territories. And he's currently hiding, and staying at my mate's old pack.
If we're late… if he chooses tonight to give the signal…
Vampires will descend on every pack across the continent.
I swallow hard. The thought alone makes my vision blur with cold dread.
If wolves fall, we don't recover the way they do.
Vampires can turn humans.
They can replenish their ranks like clockwork, twenty years at a time.
We can't.
Every wolf loss is permanent.
Every death is a generational wound.
I can't allow that.
I won't.
A warm hand touches my shoulder, steady, anchoring, soothing the tension I didn't realize was clawing up my spine.
"It's okay," my mate murmurs, her fingers sliding up to my neck.
