Laura was still pulling on her armor when the messenger arrived.

The young warrior's face was pale with exhaustion. He'd clearly ridden hard through the night.

"Message for the Alliance leaders," he gasped, sliding off his horse.

Dante snatched the sealed letter. His hands were still shaking from their interrupted moment together.

"It's from Kieran," he said grimly.

Within minutes, all three remaining Alphas had gathered in the command tent. Laura stood beside them as Dante read the message aloud.

"To the Alliance of Fools," Dante's voice was tight with anger. "I hold twenty-three of your warriors. They are alive. For now."

Laura's blood went cold.

"I offer a trade....