KIERAN’S POV
Marcus Draven might not have sent parchment. He might not have stood in a council chamber and issued a formal challenge.
But funding rogue units to target my mate…
"Marcus has declared war."
I stood in Frostbane’s strategy room, palms braced against the long oak table scarred by generations of Alpha disputes, and let the fury cool and sharpen into a blade of ice.
"You have no proof of Marcus' involvement," Ethan pointed out. "It's their word against his."
I nodded. "True. Which is why I’m mobilizing the western patrols. I'm placing them just outside Silverpine borders, breathing down their necks. If a rogue so much as sets foot on Silverpine land, that establishes association. And association with rogues violates inter-pack law. That gives me grounds. Grounds for formal censure. Grounds for sanctioned retaliation.”
I let the words settle.
“Then we attack.”
