The war room felt like a second home by now. Maps covered every inch of the central table, marked with countless battle plans and strategic positions. The scent of coffee had become permanent, a necessary fuel for the endless planning sessions.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had built there over the last six hours. Around me, the Alphas of Silverholm continued their intense debate about supply lines and communication protocols. They were good men and women—powerful, experienced leaders who had pledged their packs to our cause.
"The mountain passes to the north will be treacherous," Alpha Cassian was saying, his weathered finger tracing a route on the map. "But my wolves know those paths. We can move through under cover of darkness."
"And if Valerius has scouts watching?" Alpha Selena challenged, her sharp eyes narrowed. "Even a small force could bottleneck your entire battalion."
