I slid my hand away, steadying my thoughts. “Wintermoon wolves are stirring trouble near the tidal docks.”
His jaw tensed, the air around him shifting with barely restrained power. “Sorenna’s doing. She’s grown bold since binding herself to Rageclaw.”
“How do you even know about that?”
“As I said, I make it my duty to know what happens across the northern packs.”
He flicked his fingers, signaling the tavern attendant. “We should leave. Those moon-bound shipments matter to my clan as much as yours now.”
I arched a brow. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“Soon you will.” He stood and extended his hand again. “Because without you even realize, right now you need someone who understands this realm. Someone who knows how to keep Sorenna in line without igniting a full-pack war.”
Another rune buzzed onto my screen. Two of our warriors were down.
“Fine.” I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. “But this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to your… romantic nonsense.”
“Let’s just see.” His eyes gleamed with wolfish confidence as we strode out of the tavern. “First, let’s remind the Wintermoon Pack what happens when they trespass on what belongs to the Crescentblood and Ashenfell.”