"Insurance for both of us."
I stared at the folder in front of me, photographs and documents spread across the table like a hand of cards I hadn't asked to be dealt.
"Explain that," I said. "Because right now it sounds like you're handing me a weapon aimed at people who haven't done anything to me directly."
"They've done plenty," Isolde said. "You simply weren't the one standing close enough to notice."
I flipped through the first few pages carefully. Financial ledgers. A name I recognized as one of the seven council elders, tied to a decade old land seizure that had displaced an entire pack subdivision under the guise of pack safety. Another elder's signature on documents authorizing payments to men whose registries had been quietly scrubbed the same way Marcus's had been decades ear
