Liam's POV
"We're scared?" Leo's voice cracked through the silence of the room, sharp and disbelieving. He began to pace, his movements like those of a caged tiger. "Leon, Liam—look at us. We are the largest pack in the North. Our warriors are the strongest. The Silver Lake Pack shouldn't even be able to get close to our borders, let alone threaten us. We could fight. We could crush them before they even see our gates!"
He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, his eyes glowing a fierce, golden amber. "I am an Alpha! I was born to fight, not to crawl at the feet of some King who uses his daughters as pawns. We could win this war, and you both know it."
Leon stood by the window, his back to us. His shoulders were tense, his frame rigid. "You're right, Leo," he said, his voice a low, heavy rumble. "We could win. We would tear them apart."
He turned around, and the look in his eyes stopped Leo in his tracks. It wasn't fear; it was a deep, crushing sadness.
