JORDAN:
Suspicion is poison. The more it stays, the deadlier it gets.
That’s how it feels now. It’s eating me alive but I have no evidence to back it up.
I stood at the border post longer than necessary, scanning the forest though I knew nothing lingered there. The spy we caught had given us scraps—nothing surprising, nothing we hadn’t already pieced together. Dark powers. Warriors. The full moon. All of it sounded convincing but too convenient. Too easy. Like they wanted us to know.
Spies don’t risk chains unless they want to be caught. And we didn’t even have to torture this one before he spilled everything. If he wasn’t loyal to his Alpha, it should have taken longer.
I didn’t share it with Alpha. Not yet. He already carried the weight of a thousand decisions: allies, Rogues, Cresc
