THE WICKED WOLF
I stared down at the map laid out in front of me. Julian is to my right, glaring down at the map of the borders as well. There are marks on the paper, the gold signifying the Rhys army and the red signifying mine. The two colors collide on the map, the gold pushing forward to the red.
“It is an all out a s s a u l t with at least twenty one packs in their army.” Julian gestures to the much larger gold marks along the edge of the border. “The biggest being Hugo Bastian’s. They’re advancing quickly, pushing hard against our defenses, but so far, we’ve stood strong and haven’t allowed any to get past our line.”
I ran my hand over my face, the exhaustion and the worry for Vasi from the last few days had taken its toll on me. “It’s been a week of this. Have they changed the
