Kane’s POV
The war room smelled faintly of steel and smoke, the scent of warriors who had been training since dawn and of maps handled too many times. My brothers were already waiting when I entered, Zack leaning over the map table, jaw set tight and Lucas pacing like a caged wolf, energy practically crackling off him.
Jarek and Ryn stood at the far end, their arms crossed, faces serious. They knew this wasn’t going to be an ordinary meeting.
I closed the door behind me and walked straight to the head of the table.
“It’s time,” I said, my voice steady but sharp enough to slice through the silence. “We’ve waited long enough, the war we talked about, preparing for…it starts now.”
Lucas stopped pacing immediately, his eyes flashing with fire. “Finally.” He slammed his fist against the ed
