The winds carried the scent of blood and betrayal.
The command center had transformed into a war room within hours of Gideon's escape. Displays showed territory maps marked with enemy positions. Intelligence reports streamed in from scouts. Every surface covered with data painting an increasingly grim picture.
Shadowpeak hadn't just rescued Gideon. They'd mobilized their entire military. Three hundred confirmed fighters moving into attack positions around academy territory. Professional deployment showing extensive planning and coordination.
And they weren't alone.
"Additional pack signatures confirmed," Caleb reported, voice tight with controlled tension. "Ironridge Pack. Bloodmoon Sect. Nightfall Collective. All moving to support Shadowpeak's operation. We're looking at combined forces exceeding five hundred fighters with coordinated command."
