Rhys didn’t even blink. He just sliced through the tension, voice sharp as a knife, all business.
“Yeah, I hear you, Alpha. Vulnerability’s real—major problem. Software patch? Not gonna cut it. I gotta get to the North Hatch relay box myself, see if the wiring’s got any Aetheric crap the Enforcers left behind. I need dead silence, zero distractions.”
And then he went for the jugular.
“Alpha,” he kept going, voice all smooth honey now, trying to sweet-talk, “Elara’s Omega senses are the only reason we even caught the first spike. She comes with me. We need her—gotta be sure there’s no Archon energy hanging around. Too important to screw up.”
That was it. Trap set, teeth bared. Physical inspection, quietest hour, Omega sensitivity—yeah, right. Rhys wasn’t covering the Pack’s ass. He wan
