CHAPTER 19: SHADOWS IN HIGH PLACES
Three days later, the dust had settled — but the silence felt heavy, like the air right before a storm.
We’d spent every hour cleaning up the mess left behind: sorting through Silas’s files, securing the routes he’d controlled, giving former Old Pack members time to decide their future. Most had chosen to stay. They’d seen the difference between Silas’s iron‑fisted rule and the way Kael actually stood beside his people, not above them.
I was going through a stack of old ledger books in the main office when Jax knocked and stuck his head in.
“Prez wants you out front. Says we’ve got a visitor — federal, not local.”
I stepped outside to find a plain black sedan parked by the gates, no markings, no sirens. A woman in a sharp gray suit stood leaning agai
