The war room was cloaked in silence, lit only by the flickering fire in the stone hearth.
Alpha Ryker stood at the center, eyes trained on a map pinned to the wall, inked with enemy territory and marked with blood-red. His blue eyes burned, but his hands were steady. Rage simmered beneath his skin, sharp and quiet.
“She’s still there,” he said.
Beta Chase leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, brow furrowed. “Yes. We’ve had no visual confirmation since she was taken. Kaelion hasn’t made a public move with her.”
Ryker’s fingers twitched. “Because he’s hiding something. Or waiting for me to act.”
Chase nodded once. “So we act first.”
Ryker turned slowly. “We need someone inside his walls.”
Chase sighed. “We’ve scouted our own. No one fits again. Anyone loyal to you would
