Chapter 37

Lycan Theron’s POV

The chill of the ice plains was nothing compared to the cold settling in my chest.

The intelligence report lay on my desk, trembling slightly under my clawed hand. My claws had already pierced the parchment—right through the seal of the “Wyrm Ember and Occidental Tribes Alliance.” I stared at the torn paper, heart pounding, as fractured moonlight spilled through the stained-gla