*Rafe*

The feeling of being knifed in my chest is worse than death. And I should know because I died once already. Still, I’ve arranged for Scott to take care of Drake while I sort things out with Zeke. I am king of Shadowglade, and much as I’d like to go storming into Longclaw to get my mate back, I need to win a war with their troops first.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Zeke asks when I rub my chest again.

“No,” I reply. “But what else is new?” I look down at the map we’ve set up in the war room. My council is doing the same...