Kieran's POV
I watched as Sienna paced back and forth. We had set up our war council in an old hunting house at the edge of pack territory. Everyone was on edge.
"We need to decide what to do, and fast," I said. "The Blood Moon rises tomorrow night."
Ronan sat in the corner, his silver eyes shining brighter than before. Now that I knew what he was—the lock to an old prison—I couldn't look at him the same way.
Zeke stood by the window, his new vampire-wolf senses on high alert. "The Syndicate is moving troops to the base of Mount Blackthorn. At least fifty fighters."
Isolde spread a map on the wooden table. Her black witch's cloak was covered in dirt and blood, but her hands were steady as she marked places.
"The Queen will have guards here, here, and here," she said, making red X marks. "The path to the cave only appears under the Blood Moon light. We'll have to fight our way up."
