Three days since Kael left without explanation.
Three days have passed since Roderic died defending his territory.
Three days of holding this kingdom together with nothing but willpower and spite.
I'm standing in the war room at midnight, staring at reports that all say the same thing: we're losing.
Not militarily—not yet.
But politically? Diplomatically?
We're hemorrhaging support faster than I can stop it.
Stonecrest sent word this morning.
They're "reconsidering their position." Which is diplomatic speak for "we're jumping ship."
Riverside hasn't responded to any of my messages in two days.
Shadowpeak's Alpha asked if I'd be willing to negotiate with Ironwood.
Donovan didn't just murder one of our own.
"Luna."
I don't turn around.
I know Helena's voice.
"You need to s
