"Three weeks," Kael said.
"Maybe less. My contact reports that Crimson Moon has intensified their investigation. They've found something—he's not sure what—but they're getting close to discovering the entrance."
"Then we move sooner," Martin said. He was up and mobile now, though still favoring his injured side.
"Two weeks. Hit them before they can organize."
"We're not ready," Helena protested.
"Half our fighters are still recovering from the node missions. You're still injured. The King and Luna's connection to their wolves is compromised—"
"We'll never be fully ready," I interrupted.
"But Martin's right. We can't wait for perfect conditions. We wait too long, and Crimson Moon finds Alaric before we do."
"Then we need a plan," Theron said, moving to the map.
"The Black Realm
