The bond tightened when I read it in the war room. Darius's claws punched through the table. Kane's knife slammed into the wood beside the note. Rylan's axe came down on the map, splitting it clean in two.
"He's close," I said. "He's not running far. He's waiting for the right moment."
Darius's voice was ice. "Then we stop waiting. We take the fight to him. We burn every trail he might use. We find the beta and make him talk."
Kane pulled the knife free. "I'll lead the team. Rylan comes with me. We leave at dusk."
I looked at the three of them. The bond was straining again, the curse pushing harder as the next full moon drew closer. My belly was round and heavy with the twins, but I felt the latent alpha blood surging under my skin, hot and ready.
"I ride with you," I said.
Darius started to speak, but I cut him off.
