Ronan stood before Lucien, his expression grim, his tone edged with urgency.
“My lord, after a thorough investigation… it’s confirmed. The infiltrators are from the Assassin Clan.”
Lucien’s body stilled. His blue eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, the silence in the chamber was deafening. Then his jaw clenched so hard it looked like he could shatter teeth.
“The Assassin Clan…” he muttered, disbelief cutting through his usually cold voice. “They’ve shown no threat in years. Why now?” His gaze darkened, the thought twisting in his mind. “Unless… they’re in alliance with the young Alpha.”
Ronan shifted, his hand on his sword hilt. “If you permit me, Alpha, I will go to the Assassin Clan myself. I’ll confirm this.”
Lucien turned to him, his expression colder than ice. His voice came l
