The discovery of the latest photo hit harder than any physical wound.
Sofia stood in the war room the next morning, staring at the enlarged image pinned to the board alongside maps and timelines. Her sleeping face, vulnerable and peaceful, captured from inside the medical wing. The note on the back still burned in her mind: She glows so beautifully when she thinks she’s safe.
Julian’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, his body radiating tension. The scar on his chest was healing well, but the fire in his eyes suggested he was ready to tear apart anyone who had gotten that close to her.
“Someone inside this compound took this,” Julian growled, addressing the small group of trusted wolves gathered around the table. “Theo is gone. Elder Harlan is dead. That leaves us with limited
