Thorne's POV
The silence in my office was heavier than any roar of battle.
Several reports laid across my desk with maps marked with blood-red ink and tokens from border scouts lined neatly in rows. Each one told me what I already knew…that the world was closing in on me.
The Shadowfangs moved first. There was no surprise there; they had been waiting for our weakness to show, and now there is a chaos to split us open. The shadowfangs are nothing for me to handle, but now, another wolf pack marched with them. They had come with banners of war and their teeth bared with promises of blood.
But even then, they remained the least of my problems.
Hunters were gathering from all over the place.
I ground my teeth as I stared at the image of the wolf carved into the head of the table.
