Freya's POV
I Want To Get Laid
"Ivan Boneless. Known for trading in poisons on the dark market, he even traffics body parts, from claws to… well, organs," Fen shudders, muttering, “Disgusting.”
"Erik was supposed to meet with him tomorrow for an update," Lucian Draven cuts in. "He didn’t get the details of where, but we'll hack into Erik’s phone, track it down. Everything else can be discussed once we have the specifics."
It’s already nearing dawn, about 4 a.m., and we’ve barely returned from a taxing night. We immediately gather in the grand hall, with Freydis and Thorne, Bjorn, and the rest of our crew, briefing them on the situation.
We’re nearly certain we have a traitor in the pack. It’s glaringly obvious, but the question remains, how? Only a handful among us knew the details,
