STEFAN MONTESSORI
Blood before brotherhood!
Cardan was somewhere out there.
Breathing. Watching. Plotting.
And I’d be damned if I let him get to me first.
The moment the councilmen left, I summoned my inner circle—my most loyal wolves. They were the ones I trusted to slit a throat without blinking. No speeches. No ceremony…
Just blood and obedience.
“Twelve of you,” I said, pacing the war room like fire burned beneath my feet. “Twelve roads out of this pack. Each of you takes one. I want eyes in every direction. Forest, hills, ravines. I want every whisper caught, every scent followed.”
“Yes, Alpha,” they chorused.
“If he’s gathering support, I want the names of his allies. If he’s hiding, I want the cave he’s pissing in. And if you find him…” I stopped, turned to face them. “You
