KILLIAN’S POV.
The office was finally quiet as night fell.
For the first time all day, there were no urgent reports waiting on my desk. No warriors asking for orders. No elders demanding my attention.
Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, the image of those traps hidden beneath the leaves refused to disappear.
Someone had placed them there.
That was the part that bothered me the most.
Not knowing why.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the papers in front of me without actually reading them.
Every time I thought I had one answer, another question appeared.
A knock suddenly sounded at my door.
I looked up.
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and Elder Wells stepped inside.
That immediately caught my attention.
The elders rarely came to my office in person. Usually, they
