Shane's POV

The war room bustled, maps strewn across huge oak table and scouts filing reports. It was two days after the message from Marcus that the coalition was on the way, and tension at the compound was so potent, it could almost be sliced with a knife.

"The Silvermoon Pack is moving into the Northern ridge," announced Captain Hayes, indicating the map with a gnarled finger. "Ironwood has taken the eastern approach, and Crimson Ridge makes its camp near the bend in the river.

I analyzed the positions, my mind grinding through possible defenses. “They’re attempting to encircle us,” I whispered. "Classic pincer movement."

Astella was beside me, brown...