Dual POV
DEVAN'S POV
The dungeons were cold and smelled like old blood.
Devan tore through Cade's quarters with single minded focus, ripping open drawers, overturning furniture, pulling apart floorboards looking for anything that would tell him who else in his pack had been feeding information to the Council, how deep the betrayal went, how many wolves he had trusted were actually working against him.
His hands were still bleeding from the silver arrow burn, his ribs ached from where Hale had slammed him into the wall, and the mate bond in his chest felt like it was being pulled apart thread by thread, Korra's rejection was not complete yet but it was close, he could feel her slipping away, could feel the golden thread that connected them fraying under the weight of thirty years of se
