Moments later,
Aria
The pages of Dennis’s scrying journal didn't contain military troop movements. They contained something far more foul: the financial pipeline of the Silver Fang Syndicate, an underworld assassination group that specialized in the hunting, trafficking, and execution of awakened werecreatures and omegas.
According to the ledger, the syndicate’s leadership was currently meeting in the sub-basement of a high-end meatpacking district slaughterhouse in the Capital's southern sector, finalizing a contract to smuggle captured Northern omegas into the Central slave markets.
"They aren't just mercenaries," Aquarius muttered, his fingers tracing the decoded ledger lines on his interface crystal. "They are hunters. They use silver-salted traps and mana-suppression collars to ne
