Chapter 33 In The Den Of The Lion

• Jackson's POV
• Moving across the packhouse, the wind felt colder than usual while my mind ran through all that had come to light during the past several days. It was wearing on all of us the Raven's insults, the defection among our ranks, and the continuous sense of surveillance. Though Ava and I had a strategy, the Raven seemed to know exactly what we were doing with each move.
• Alone in the war room, I discovered myself standing in front of shadows across the map on the table from the one lamp. With my hands down on its margins, my mind was assembling our next action. But since the last note was discovered pinned to the tree, I had a persistent sense that kept invading me.