Aria’s Pov The war room fell silent as Raven spread the map across the table, his finger tracing the borders of what he called "the new territory." Around us, his top warriors leaned in, their expressions ranging from eager to skeptical. I stood at the edge of the group, trying to ignore the way my skin prickled with unease. "Three packs," Raven said, his voice carrying the weight of command that always made others listen. "Smaller territories, weakened leadership. If we strike in coordinated attacks, we can absorb them within a month." "Absorb," Garrett, his Beta, repeated carefully. "You mean conquer." "I mean unite." Raven's amber eyes flicked up, challenging anyone to contradict him. "These packs are dying. Their Alphas are weak, their borders crumbling. We'd be saving them, giving their wolves purpose and protection under stronger leadership." Under his leadership, he meant. Under the banner of the rogue army he'd been building for months. Under the symbol of the Sil
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