POV: Ashina
The emergency war council convened at two in the morning, every key member of the assault team crammed into Kendrick's study. Maps covered every surface, marked with red X's showing their now-compromised original plans.
Ashina sat beside Kendrick, his hand a constant presence on her knee, possessive, protective, grounding. Through the bond, she felt his barely controlled fear for her and their child, mixed with the cold strategic focus of an Alpha preparing for war.
"Helena gave Morgana everything," Ryker announced without preamble. "Team assignments, timing, entry points. Every detail of our original plan is compromised."
"So we change everything," Kael said, his voice tight with stress. "New approach, new timeline, new strategy."
"Thirty-six hours isn't enough time to completely restructure," one of the senior warriors protested. "We've been training for the original plan for days. Starting over now."
