Lycan’s POV
The room stayed silent long after Kaelira stopped speaking. She still held the final document in her hand, but her eyes hadn’t moved from the name near the center of the page.
Magnus.
Everything kept circling back to him now. Not a coincidence. Not suspicion but proof.
Serenya looked between us carefully before breaking the silence first. “Tell me I’m reading this wrong.”
“You aren’t,” I replied.
Kaelira finally lifted her gaze toward me slowly. “These supply routes were approved months before the massacre.”
“Yes.”
“And the allied territories listed here…”
“They coordinated together.”
Her fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the paper. “My father organized it.”
The words sounded strange coming from her.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
I watched her carefully
