Penelope POV
“The firewall is down, your Highness,” Leif said, leaning his shoulder against the heavy oak frame of the library window. He spun a silver communication device between his fingers, the metal catching the sharp morning light. “Blue-Claw Pack is bleeding data from every single server. Their public relations team is locked in their office, crying.”
I did not look up from my porcelain cup. The herbal tea tasted like ash, but I swallowed it anyway. “What about the scouts Julian sent across the border?”
“Intercepted at the treeline,” Leif said. He stopped spinning the device and let it drop into his palm with a dull click. “Our hackers jammed their trackers before they even cleared the tarmac. Not a single wolf made it ten yards past the perimeter.”
I set the cup down on the sau
