Maya POV The cabin transformed into a war room within hours. Maps spread across every surface. Eastern warriors filed in, reporting numbers and resources. Captain Mikhail arrived with the latest count: two hundred and seventeen fighters, most injured. Against Seraphina's estimated eight hundred. "This is suicide," Mikhail said flatly. He stood at the head of the table, scarred face grim. "Even if every fighter was at full strength, we'd be slaughtered." "I know." I studied the map of Blackwood territory. Three entry points, all heavily defended. "But we don't have a choice now. I made the threat. If we don't follow through, every pack sees us as cowards." "Better a living coward than a dead hero," one of the other officers muttered. Alexei slammed his hand on the table. The movement made him wince, clutching his ribs, but his voice stayed strong. "We're not cowards. We're outnumbered and outgunned, but not beaten." He looked at each face. "My father built the Eastern packs
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