Mate? Or Die!
The sound of Zone’s boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed into the war room. I could see anger in his eyes. Ardan, Rachel, and I were huddled over maps and scouting reports, discussing strategies to secure the territory.
“We have a problem,” Zone said as he tossed a worn scrap of fabric onto the table.
I picked it up, frowning. The material was torn and dirty, reeking faintly of magic and rogue wolves.
“What is this?” Ardan asked coldly as he straightened his back to face Zone.