Chapter 65

• We attack at dawn."
• The words echoed in the tense stillness of the war tent. Terror and metal hung in the air, thick as lead. Ash loomed over the battle map, his face a severe mask, his Alpha presence a sledgehammer weight in the space. Behind him, the other three alphas stood in a solid line, together.
• Rhea, her pulse pounding like a drum in her chest, watched him from her position at the corner of the table. She was more than just an Omega. She was a warrior, a leader, a power in this war that had been brewing for centuries. This was not a war about power. It was a war about survival.