(Solomon’s POV)
War.
The word lingered in my mind long after it left my lips not the kind fought with claws beneath a full moon, not the kind settled through dominance or bloodshed. between rival packs, this was different, darker, calculated, planned long before any of us realized we were already part of it. l stared down at the dead guard sprawled across the basement floor. His body was already turning cold, but the twisted smile frozen on his face remained. Like he had died knowing something we didn’t I hated that look,
“Search him,” I ordered Vincent moved immediately, crouching beside the corpse with practiced precision. Despite everything between us, I couldn’t deny his discipline. He checked the body carefully for weapons, markings, or anything that could give us answers.
“There
