Chapter 48
Chapter forty-eight
Everly
Nymeria and Anika press in on my sides, their presence a warm, grounding comfort.
Nymeria leans in on my right, her big amber eyes watching me with a fierce kind of protectiveness.
On my left, Anika nudges me gently, her soft fur brushing against my hand as she glances up with a gentleness that eases my tension.
I stand at the head of the long table in the war room, both Kian and Tristan silently watching me.
Usually, I’d be bothered by that, but I need time with my own thoughts.
I sigh, looking over the table. The map of our territories, peppered with strategic markers, lies open across its surface, but my mind is far from military logistics at the moment.
The heavy oak doors swing open, and Nolan, Fenris, and Raiden stride in, their expressions guarded.