I could feel my wolf’s frustration simmering within me, a reminder that I didn’t need. It was time to steer the conversation elsewhere. "We move to Fins Valley in two days. Did you manage to contact anyone from the group?"

Antonio nodded, his expression serious. "I did. They’re evacuating as we speak, but I’m not sure they’ll make it in time."

"Fucking Fates," I muttered, tilting my head back. "There are thousands of innocents in that valley."

"And two days might not be enough for them to escape," Antonio said, his lips forming a thin line.

I clenched my jaw, determination rising within me. "Then we change our plans. We’ll...