MORRIS’ POV I sat behind the wide oak desk in my study, elbows planted on the polished surface, fingers steepled while Kelly paced in front of the fireplace. The fire snapped and hissed, throwing orange light across the maps spread between us. We’d been at it for hours, plotting supply lines, debating which border forts needed reinforcing first if the southern packs decided to test our new strength. My head throbbed from the endless what-ifs, but I kept my voice steady. Kelly deserved that much.“Another two companies on the eastern ridge,” I said, tapping the parchment. “We can’t leave the river crossing exposed.”Kelly stopped mid-stride, rubbed the back of his neck. “You really think the southern packs will stay neutral forever? One whisper from their alphas and—”The door creaked open.Sharon poked her head inside, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering like she’d just won a war single-handed. My heart gave a stupid, eager thud. She looked alive, dangerously alive.“Hello, husband.”The
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