The chill in the war room wasn’t from the air. It was something else. Something colder.
“They knew about the border patrol shift before it even happened,” Elias said, voice sharp as broken glass. He slammed the reports onto the table. “Someone’s been feeding Magnus intel. Someone close.”
I clenched my hands into fists. “How close?”
Elias didn’t look at me. His jaw twitched, and that silence told me more than any words could.
“You think it’s one of yours?” I asked.
“No,” he said too quickly, then paused. “I thought I knew my pack. But someone’s playing both sides.”
I took a breath, steadying the rage curling inside me. “If he’s watching me, then it has to be someone with access. Someone who’s seen me move in and out of the estate.”
Elias nodded. “And someone who knows the schedule. T
