Caden didn’t resist as the warriors grabbed him.
There was no point. Not yet at least.
His eyes moved across the passage—counting bodies, assessing positions, calculating angles. His mind was already three moves ahead.
Fenri was still on the ground, unable to stand. The coward was unable to do anything but watch what he’d caused.
Caden had heard every word Vane had spoken to him, the sweet promises about Sylvie, about his son, Caden’s cousin becoming Alpha. He’d understood every implication.
His uncle was good at this—at breaking people, at using hope as a weapon, at turning loyalty into nothing.
The warriors began dragging Caden deeper into the passage. Away from Fenri and toward the cells.
That was when Caden made his choice.
His eyes swept across the passage again—the number
