After endless crying, hugging, and celebrating, other matters eventually came to the fore. Like Alpha Cillian’s smouldering packhouse bordering on collapse. That in a few hours, the Alpha’s of both Rising Star and White Forest were arriving. That we are to go to war with the humans, killing King Lanfear. Easton and Rhett are still murdered. The goddess tree did not save them. Rami has a wolf, Naomi and I are marked. Plus, waiting for me back at Lyon’s workshop is a trailer full of explosives and a scheme to sneak over the human side solo. “Take a few days. Seriously, it’s an order. I will tell you when I need you. Stay home. Recover,” Cillian urged before planting a kiss on Naomi’s cheek and ruffling Rami’s blonde head. His own clothes are littered with black scorchmarks, his face grimy with soot. “Sawyer, Tucker, Dash, Diane, Jane, Bianca!” he shouts, firing out commands and instructions. Water, find spare beds, clothes, and medical attention, and send scouts ahead to cat
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