The emergency council meeting dragged on until dawn.

A dozen or so Alphas, a war room, and the news that Malachar knew about our timeline.

But one question ate at me more than any other.

"How does he know?" I said it to Freya the next morning, walking the perimeter of the training compound while eight hundred wolves drilled in the yard below.

"The pregnancy I can explain. Blood connection, energy signatures, the things Zane described. But Malachar's scouts responded to our false patrol routes three days before we even publicized them."

"His cultists repositioned away from the eastern corridor within hours of us discussing it as an attack vector."...