Kalilah POV
Mara sat on a log across from me, arms resting on her knees, hair still damp from the rain earlier. The fire between us didn’t offer much warmth, but it kept the night from feeling empty. I’d been quiet for too long.
“Mara,” I said.
She looked up, instantly alert. “What’s wrong?”
“I found out something. About Axel.”
Her whole body went still. “What now? I already know he’s k********g people, but how worse can it get?”
I swallowed hard. “He’s building alliances.”
Her brow furrowed. “With whom?”
“Other alphas. The ones no pack wanted. Exiled, disgraced, violent. The kind that were thrown out for a reason.”
Mara straightened, her expression darkening. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious. He’s calling it something like The Reclaiming or Unity of the Wild. It’s a lie. A front.
