LUCAS
"You're positive?"
My still-smoldering cigarette is crushed into oblivion within the crystal ash tray, along with twenty of its kin. Smoke is an intrusive guest within the cramped room, swirling around the heads of both deltas standing before me.
Cheap motel rooms aren't meant to house three large wolf shifter males, but it is what it is.
"Positive," Ryder reports, cool as a fucking cucumber despite how much is riding on tonight.
The decision to invade Blackwood wasn't made lightly. Most of the pack fought against the decision, until two more scouts were found dead at the border.
And, most importantly, a witness.
That one was alive, though.
"Council won't move until we bring the official petition," Ryder continues, flipping through the notes in front of him. "Even so, Silvermoon forces near the border are confirmed and ready if we call for aid."
