DAEMON
The sweetest war ever won was one where the commander didn't have to move his army. In Daemon's case, all he ever had to do was isolate one piece from the board for the taking of all.
The Aberrant.
And while many scrambled to take her life, a more powerful force desired to conserve it instead.
The Matriarchy.
During the night of the full moon. The war was won alright, but when the adrenaline wore off, the very piece that had become the center of the war had turned up missing. Worse still, Daemon felt it through the Hunt Mark he had given Zina WolfKnight that she was traveling fast… somewhere far.
Surprisingly, Vessira Nightfang, the Alpha of the Matriarchy Pack had led the warriors of the pack. Currently, the woman was glaring daggers at Zoric Sofyr's second-in-command.