I step closer. “Her pack? She’s slowly overtaking royal roles.”
“Yes.” His voice is low. “They’ve been plotting to overthrow the King for decades. Waiting. Building power. Waiting for the right moment. And she’s at the center of it.”
Clinton doesn’t move. “You’re saying she’s been lying to the King this whole time.”
Camille opens the folder, spreads out papers. I skim through—coded letters, maps, lists of names, supply routes, hidden accounts, and family name changes. My chest tightens.
“These are hers?” I ask.
“Yes. Some are in her hand. Some in her Betas. Look at this one.” Camille slides a sheet forward. “She wrote it herself. It talks about uniting rival packs under her banner once the King falls.”
Clinton finally leans forward. His eyes flick across the words. His jaw clenches.
