Selene floated on the upper void beyond the werewolf territories, white-fire lines in place along her starlight figure. The fused core of Korrath was still and heavy in her chest. Days spent perfecting its output, figuring the new limits, had tossed away every viable plan that had still tried to involve an attack run on the Vampire Realm. That had already failed once, with the Origin Clan and the remaining hybrid forces in the region far too well coordinated to allow such a move elsewhere in the area.
The new progenitors were not.
Ken's signature had stabilized enough to indicate clearly which one of the werewolf holdings claimed his seat as present holder. The ranges remained, but operated purely on old instincts and pack-based fury: sheer strength, territory as a means of control, and numbers. No Origin Clan, no sudden reinforcements from other regions waiting in the periphery. A closed hunting ground.
Selene adjusted her trajectory, the descent beginning.
