Nolan POV
After the conversation with Lance, after his accusations and that damn confession, my wolf was already raw and restless. I needed control. Answers. Something I could sink my teeth into before I lost my grip entirely.
So when Cassian passed me another stack of reports detailing minor discrepancies in guard shifts, strange movements logged at the borders, missing hours from a handful of pack members, and other odd occurrences, I seized on it like a lifeline.
I spent the night pouring over the evidence, every line, every note, until my eyes burned. And the deeper I dug, the clearer it became.
They weren’t mistakes. They were patterns. Patterns that all traced back to one name.
My heart ached at the possibility. I couldn’t ignore it, though. At the same time, I didn’t want to j
