Freya's POV
We've Been Compromised
The cold, sterile light of the casino bathroom reflected the tension building inside me. I paced the small space, the weight of tonight's mission pressing down hard on my shoulders. Alaric’s voice crackled through the earpiece, laced with concern. “Uhh, guys. We’ve got a problem here.”
I sighed, stepping farther into the room for privacy. "What is it now?" I muttered under my breath, pressing the earpiece tighter as Lucian’s irritated tone chimed in. "What the hell is going on?"
Seraphina’s voice was calm but focused, as always. “Explain, Alaric.”
“There’s another man in the poker room with Irk,” Alaric said, his voice lower now as if whispering to avoid detection. “They’re already talking about the shipment of some sort of werewolf-killing weapons
