ELTON
The workday had ended, but my mind was far from rest. I led Doreen, Wendell, and Natalia back to the servants’ quarters, each step deliberate, each thought calculated. We had managed to finish the tasks assigned to us without drawing suspicion.
Still, I knew better than to assume we were safe. The Dark Moon Pack’s wolves were sharp, their eyes always watching. One misstep and everything would unravel.
The moment we closed the door to our small quarters, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, frowning when I saw the name on the screen: Benjie. With a sigh, I stepped into the corner of the room and answered.
“Elton,” Benjie’s voice came through the speaker, rough and eager. “The rogues are ready. We can’t wait any longer. The Dark Moon Pack has to fall now.”
I clenched
