Grace pov
I sat in the war room—what had once been Jace's father's office but now served as our command center for pack security—reviewing the latest reports with growing frustration. Three weeks since we had discovered Madison's communications, three weeks of lockdown protocols and increased security, and we were no closer to identifying her contact or the source of the information leak.
"It doesn't make sense," I said, studying the facility schematics on the screen. "The Montana facility is designed to hold the most dangerous wolves in the territory. No internet, no phone access, heavily monitored mail, visitors screened and supervised. How is she getting detailed information out?"
Marcus Reid looked equally frustrated. "We've investigated every staff member, every visitor, every piec
