Josiah
After I sent Callen out, I sat behind my desk, the faint glow of the candle burning low, casting long shadows that clung to the shelves. My mind was a battlefield of thoughts: Niagra’s words were still ringing in my head, Callen’s earlier reports, the plan to finally deal with Agatha. Everything was spiraling faster than I could catch it.
I had been ready to end it, to end her.
Agatha had been too quiet since Niagra’s departure, and I had assumed that it was the silence of a serpent waiting to strike and I wasn’t wrong.
I rubbed my temples, fatigue gnawing behind my eyes.
“We should’ve done this long ago,” I muttered to myself. “Before she…”
Then the mind-link flared in my head, sharp and urgent.
“Alpha.”
It was Callen’s voice, quick and uneven.
My spine stiffened.
“Repo
