Chapter 37

• Lycan Erasmus’s POV
• The chill of the ice plains was nothing compared to the cold settling in my chest.
• The intelligence report lay on my desk, trembling slightly under my clawed hand. My claws had already pierced the parchment—right through the seal of the “Dragon Ash and Western Tribes Alliance.” I stared at the torn paper, heart pounding, as fractured moonlight spilled through the stained-glass window shaped like a wolf’s head, casting harsh shadows across my desk.