Ethan paced his study, the steady tap of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound in an otherwise silent room. With a loud smack, he planted his hand onto the desk, his frustration clouding normally well-composed features. "This is getting annoying and frustrating, Luca," Ethan muttered, his eyes on the delta opposite him. "You have been tailing him for more than a week now. Another day of tailing Liam, and still, nothing? No leads, no suspicious movements?"
Luca adjusted his stance, his jaw tightening. "I've been shadowing him closely, Ethan. The man is as clean as a polished blade. No late-night meetings, no cryptic conversations—just the usual pack routines and his time with... you know? Ayla."
At the mention of Ayla, Ethan's expression hardened. He turned away, his gaze f
