The moon hung heavy in the sky as I slipped back into the stronghold, my footsteps soundless against the stone floors. My heart was still racing, my thoughts spinning with what I’d just witnessed in the woods. Betrayal wasn’t coming—it was already here, creeping through Bloodmoon like smoke through a locked door, invisible until the flames burned everything down.
I should’ve felt triumph, having caught one of them red-handed. But all I felt was cold. Because it wasn’t just one.
That much was obvious in the way the rogue had spoken. The posture, the ease, the familiarity. This wasn’t a first-time meeting. These wolves had been passing information for weeks—maybe longer—and I’d been too focused on the obvious threats to notice the ones hiding under our own roof.
When I reached Kane’s offi
