Lucian´s POV
The fire burned in the fireplace of my office, casting long shadows over the stone walls. Outside, the night was a silent abyss, but inside me, tension swelled like a storm held at bay. I leaned against the desk, fingers drumming against the wood as my gaze remained fixed on the map spread out before me.
I was waiting.
And then, the door opened.
A man stepped in with firm, unwavering steps. He didn’t need to announce himself. I already knew who he was.
“What do you have?” I asked without lifting my eyes.
The spy—a lean, sharp-eyed wolf, his body as thin and lethal as a dagger—slid an envelope onto the desk. He didn’t speak immediately. He was waiting for my reaction.
I took the envelope, opened it carefully, and pulled out the note. Only a few lines, written with precis
