“The Covenant?” I studied the crumpled ransom note, something nagging at me about the elegant script. “I've seen this handwriting before.”
Reid spread intelligence reports across his desk like battle plans, each document marked with different pack seals and official stamps. “They're a collective of supernatural beings who believe oracle blood should be harvested for the greater good.”
“Harvested.” The word made my skin crawl, conjuring images of ritual sacrifice and ancient altars stained with innocent blood. “You mean killed.”
“They prefer ‘utilized for maximum benefit,’’” Kira said dryly from her position by the window, reading from intercepted communications. Her usual composure was cracked around the edges, revealing the worry she tried to hide.
Reid's finger traced territorial bou
