Talia's POV

Werewolf Council HQ

"Talia, I order you to open this door!"

"Sorry, Dad. It's too late now." My conscience would not allow for him to fight, not now. Our plan was fatally flawed in a way familiar to the French and their Maginot Line. We had put everything into defending against a ground attack, and instead they had gone around them. Fighting hand to hand in a building like this was a losing strategy, and the screams from above me bore that out. We simply could not regroup in time to do anything, and my Enforcers were dying.

"We've locked down the upper level, Talia. We show a...