ELAINE
Claude and Killian arrived within minutes.
The air in the command center shifted the moment they stepped inside. I stayed tucked in the corner, heart hammering against my ribs, as Candice handed over the phone. Claude’s eyes flew across the screen, his face hardening with every name that appeared. Killian’s jaw locked so tight I heard the faint grind of his teeth. He recognized far too many of them. Pack members. Councilors. Men and women who had broken bread at his table.
He refused to look at me.
I didn’t blame him. I deserved worse.
Candice stood beside them like a statue, silent. She had already done her part. Now she let the evidence do the talking, and it was devastating.
Claude finally looked up, his voice low and tight. “This is everything. Every single contact he’s be
