His Rejected Mate
“Good or bad?”
He hesitated, and that was enough to know.
“Come on,” he said instead, leading me toward the main strategy tent.
Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating. Maps covered the table, each one marked with red circles and arrows. Reports were stacked high on every surface.
Council members stood around the table—Liam, Marcus, Evelyn—all of them turning to me as I entered, their faces grim.
“Tell me,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
Evelyn stepped forward. “Our scouts intercepted a message from the vampires,” she began. “They’re planning a full-scale assault. A Blood Harvest.”
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