Without exchanging pleasantries or wasting time on diplomacy, we turned and headed toward the pack house. His beta pulled the car forward into the parking lot while the rest of us walked briskly up the steps and through the main door. Inside, the place was mostly empty. The clatter of plates and soft murmurs of voices filtered from the dining hall. Most of the pack must have been at breakfast by now.
But none of us turned toward food.
Instead, we made a beeline for Darius’s office. Once inside, the door shut behind us with a heavy click. I sat beside Darius, with Marcus standing at the window like a silent sentinel. Across from us, Draco and his beta took their seats, tension settling into the room like a storm cloud.
Draco wasted no time.
“We’ve come across a clue,” he began. “Regardi
