"Yes. And then came the real battle."
"They were winning," Damien said. "They had the upper hand. Magnus was already weakened. The werewolf lines were falling, but then—then they retreated."
Luna's brows furrowed. "So what was the point of the attack?"
Damien turned to her slowly. "That's just it. What if the objective wasn't the territory? What if it was the king himself?"
Luciver's gaze darkened. "To kill Magnus?"
Damien nodded. "It would destabilize the wolves. And it did. Alpha Kyllian's emotions have overridden his judgment. He's hunting. Grieving. Blaming. He's becoming vulnerable, reckless. If someone wanted to fracture both kingdoms from the inside… they did it."
Luna stepped forward. "You think someone wants war."
"I think someone wants chaos," Damien replied. "And they're using both of our houses to get it."
"You can work with the commander of the army. I put them on high alert already," Luciver said, gesturing toward the settee near the far wall of the throne room.
