Lycan’s POV
Kaelira’s voice stayed calm when she said it, but the meaning behind the words settled heavily between us.
Because she was right. I had known for weeks that outside interference existed inside Ironfang. The patrol disruptions alone confirmed that much. But this was different now.
This had structure.
History and planning.
And the deeper we looked, the less it resembled ordinary political sabotage.
Serenya crossed her arms tightly. “Then who’s backing her?”
Kaelira shook her head once. “Not backing. Using.”
“Same difference.”
“No,” I said quietly. “Not remotely.”
Both women looked toward me.
I folded the patrol reports slowly before handing them back to Kaelira.
“If Seraphine were truly in control, the attacks would be emotional. Reckless and personal.”
“She is emot
