Sinclair
I lean over the back of the sofa in my guest suite, my hands closed in white-knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Gabriel’s name glowing on the screen. Hugo and the Black Alder Alpha, Callahan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions. “Talk to me. What do we know?”
“It’s bad, Dom.” The Vanaran King reports. “My spies say that all signs point to utter ruin. Civilians are fleeing the territories in droves, and the governments they’re leaving behind are scrambling. The packs have all fallen to Damon, and the human regimes are considering extreme action to hold off the invasion.”
“Do they not realize what they’re up against?” I demand. “After all, the upper echelons of government have always known the secret, they know how fa
