Chapter 47

Gideon’s POV

I pressed both hands on the war table, leaning into the map under flickering torchlight. The scent of cedar laced my pheromones—sharp and cold. The flames caught the molten gold in my pupils as I spoke.

“We launch the general offensive at dawn.”

The officers in the tent leaned in.

“Once we capture Chillsnap Town, we’ll cut off the Occidental Tribes’ supplies—food, meat, armor, cotton