Chapter 19: Investigations
MADDOX
The heavy oak doors of the war room groaned as they shut behind me, sealing us inside. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and settled in the lungs. My lieutenants and generals sat around the long table, their faces cast in sharp shadows from the single chandelier that hung above us.
“Report,” I barked, settling into my chair at the head of the table.
General Torrent, ever the first to speak, rose with his chest puffed out. “The attack at the border was swift and efficient, Alpha. Minimal witnesses, precise kills. Whoever orchestrated this was no amateur.”
“Don’t you think I know that already? Amateur or not,” I growled, “someone dared strike my borders. And they left bodies behind. That is a message. I want to know why t
