DANTE
Gabriel enters the war room like he's expecting an ambush, which shows good instincts. The coastal territories I've assigned him have been lawless for three years under David's management—smuggling routes, rogue sanctuaries, humans who've forgotten why they used to fear the dark.
"Sit." I gesture to the chair across from the tactical map. "Tell me how you plan to unfuck David's mess."
"Carefully." He pulls out a tablet, scrolls through reports that would make weaker wolves weep. "Seventeen smuggling operations using pack boats. Rogues charging 'protection' fees to fishing villages. A human trafficking ring that—" He pauses. "That David was apparently funding."
"Was he now." Not a question. Through the window, I watch Maxine drilling new recruits in the courtyard. Three hundred ap
