ALARIC
The argument with Rodrigo left me wanting to rip his head off. Five dead. Five wolves under my protection who would never return home, and that i***t had decided he could “handle it internally.” If Damián hadn’t stepped in, I would have slammed him into the wall.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the Lican roaring inside my chest. This wasn’t the time to lose control. I needed information, strategy, clarity. Not blood. At least not yet.
“Klaus, I want an updated map with the exact location of each attack,” I ordered. “And double patrols along the coastal perimeter starting tonight.”
“Understood,” Klaus replied, leaving the room with his phone already to his ear.
Damián remained by the window, watching me with that expression that meant he wanted to say something but was weig
