The dinner party had transformed into a war council by midnight. The elegant dining table now buried beneath maps, intelligence reports, and hastily scribbled strategic notes. Silverholm's most powerful Alphas hunched around it like ancient generals planning a siege, their faces taut with concentration in the dim light.
I stifled a yawn as I watched Kaelen command the room. My mate had fully stepped into his role as Alpha King, his deep voice resonating with authority as he traced potential attack routes across the continent.
"Valerius has concentrated his forces here, here, and here," he said, marking red X's on the map. "According to our intelligence, he's left his northern flank relatively exposed, believing the mountain passes impassable this time of year."
