Kael.
The war could wait.
Lord Druk's forces had retreated after last night's clash, regrouping for whatever strike would come next. But the enemy at my borders wasn't what kept me awake. The enemy inside my walls. That was the threat consuming my thoughts.
"Pull the records for every patrol rotation over the last two weeks," I ordered my second. "Cross-reference them with message logs and storehouse access. I want to know who went where, when, and why."
He frowned. "Alpha, shouldn't we be reinforcing defenses? Druk will hit us again soon."
"And he'll know exactly where to hit unless we stop the leak." I spread maps across my desk, marking patrol routes with sharp, angry strokes. "Someone is still feeding information to Kieran. Until we find them, every defensive strategy we implement
