Aria paced the dimly lit war room, her mind churning as she tried to make sense of the latest attacks on her pack. Every move she made seemed to be anticipated, countered before she could even act. It was as if someone was feeding her enemies information.
“We need to change our strategy,” Ethan muttered, leaning against the table, his arms crossed. His usually calm expression was marred by frustration. “They’re too prepared. It’s not normal.”
“It’s because they know our plans,” Aria said, her voice tight with suspicion. She turned, her gaze sweeping over the gathered allies—those she had fought beside, trusted. “We have a traitor among us.”
A tense silence fell over the room.
Damian, her second-in-command, stiffened. “That’s a serious accusation, Aria.”
“I don’t make accusations light
