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90 Chapter 90
Seraphina’s POV 1
The peaceful moment in the garden was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps on the gravel path.
Lucas appeared around the corner of the main building, his expression grim and his usually perfect posture
slightly disheveled.
“Damien,” he called out, his voice carrying the urgency that meant bad news. “We need to talk. Now.”
Damien immediately shifted into his Alpha King mode, his entire demeanor changing from the gentle mate
who’d been listening to my theories to themanding leader his pack needed him to be. But his hand
remained on mine, a small anchor offort in what was clearly about to be a difficult conversation.
“What happened?” Damien asked, rising from the bench but keeping me close to his side.
Lucas’s eyes flicked to me briefly. The hesitationsted only a moment before he seemed to remember that I
was no longer the omega assistant who needed to be protected from pack business.
“Three more patrols hit in the past six hours,” Lucas reported, his voice tight with frustration. “Same pattern
as before-coordinated strikes designed to inflict maximum casualties without engaging in prolonged
I felt my stomach clench with anxiety. “How bad are the injuries?” I asked, already starting to rise from the
bench.
“They’re being treated,” Lucas assured me, though his expression softened slightly at my obvious concern.
“The medical team is doing everything they can. What we need now is a strategy to stop this from happening
again.”
Damien ran his free hand through his hair. “Have the patrols been able to track the rogues back to their
base?”
“That’s the problem,” Lucas said, his frustration evident. “These aren’t random attacks. The rogues are hitting our patrols and then vanishing into the wilderness like ghosts. Our tracking teams can follow their scent for maybe half a mile before the trail goespletely cold.”
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“Possibly,” Damien agreed grimly. “Or they’re just better at covering their tracks than we anticipated.”
As I listened to them discuss patrol routes and defensive strategies, something began to crystallize in my mind. The pattern Lucas was describing, the careful way the rogues were operating-it reminded me of
something I’d read about during my business studies.
“What if you’re looking at this wrong?” I said suddenly, interrupting their discussion of reinforcement
schedules.
Both men turned to look at me with expressions of polite attention that I could tell were masking some doubt. I was still new to this whole alpha thing, still finding my footing as someone whose strategic opinions
mattered. But the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I was onto something.
“Exin,” Damien said, and I could hear in his voice that he was genuinely interested in my perspective rather
than just humoring me.
I stood up from the bench, needing to pace as I organized my thoughts. “The rogues aren’t trying to win
territory or inflict maximum casualties,” I began, my mind racing as the pieces fell into ce. “They’re trying
to exhaust your resources.”
Lucas frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Think about it,” I continued, my excitement growing as I saw the strategy more clearly. “Every time they hit a
patrol, you have to pull warriors from other duties to provide medical care, to investigate, to reinforce the
remaining patrols. You’re spreading your forces thinner and thinner trying to cover all the vulnerable points.”
Damien’s silver-blue eyes were sharp with interest now. “Go on.”
“It’s exactly like what happened in the corporate raids I studied in business school,” I said, beginning to pace
in earnest. “When argerpany wants to acquire a smaller one, they don’t always make a direct takeover
bid.”
“You think the rogues are trying to destabilize our border defenses,” Lucas said slowly, and I could see
understanding beginning to dawn in his expression.
“I think they’re trying to make you so desperate to stop the attacks that you’ll pull warriors from other
strategic positions,” I corrected. “Think about it-if you keep reinforcing the border patrols, eventually you’ll have to weaken your defenses somewhere else. The capital, the packnds, the economic centers…”
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Damien had gone very still, the way he did when he was processing information that could change.
everything. “They’re not trying to break through our border defenses,” he said quietly. “They’re trying to
create an opening somewhere else entirely.”
“Exactly.” I felt a rush of satisfaction at having my analysis taken seriously. “The border attacks are a diversion.
The real target is probably somethingpletely different.”
Lucas was nodding now. “It would exin why they’re so careful not to engage in prolongedbat.”
“So what do we do about it?” Damien asked, and the fact that he was asking me.
I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to propose would sound crazy, possibly even dangerous.
But sometimes the best way to deal with a maniption was to turn it back on the maniptor.
“We give them what they think they want,” I said carefully. “We make them believe their strategy is working.”
Both men stared at me in confusion, and I could practically see the objections forming in their minds.
“Hear me out,” I said quickly, raising my hands to forestall their protests. “What if we pulled back most of the
border patrols? Made it look like the attacks had been so effective that we couldn’t maintain adequate
coverage?”
“Sera,” Lucas said carefully, his voice carrying the tone of someone trying not to insult a superior’s
intelligence, “that would leave our borderspletely vulnerable.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” I said, my conviction growing stronger as I thought through the details. “We pull back the
obvious patrols, but we leave a small number of our best scouts hidden in strategic positions. When the
rogues see what they think is an undefended border, they’ll finally make their real move.”
Damien was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You want to use our border as bait.”
“I want to turn their strategy against them,” I corrected, “Right now, they’re controlling the engagement. They hit us when and where they choose, then disappear before we can respond effectively. But if we can trick them into revealing their true objective…”
“We could be walking into a trap, Lucas warned. “If you’re wrong about their motivations, if this really is just about taking territory, pulling back our defenses could be catastrophic.”
He had a point, and I could feel some of my confidence wavering. What if I was wrong? What if my business
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school theories didn’t apply to supernatural military strategy? What if my suggestion got people killed?
But then I remembered the wounded warriors I’d just healed, the fear I’d seen in the eyes of the younger pack
members, the way this constant state of siege was wearing down everyone’s morale.
“The risk is real,” I acknowledged, meeting Lucas’s concerned gaze directly. “But so is the risk of continuing to
let them bleed us slowly. How many more patrol teams are you willing to lose while we wait for them to
reveal their real n?”
The question hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. I could see Lucas struggling with it.
Damien, however, had been unusually quiet during this exchange. When he finally spoke, his voice carried
the weight of absolute authority.
“She’s right,” he said simply.
Lucas’s head snapped toward his Alpha, surprise evident on his features. “Damien—”
“She’s right, Lucas,” Damien repeated, his tone brooking no argument. “It’s time to change that.”
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