Night wrapped the borderlands in a cold, breathless stillness, the kind that pressed against the skin and made even seasoned wolves uneasy.
Deep within a ravine where moonlight barely reached, figures gathered around a low-burning fire. The flames were muted with ash and damp earth, their glow carefully controlled. This was not a meeting meant to be seen.
The traitor stood apart from the others, his cloak drawn low, hood shadowing his face. To the rogue leaders assembled before him, he was not a member of Silvercrest’s inner circle, not a trusted lieutenant to Alpha Kaden. To them, he was simply the intermediary—the man who carried secrets out of the most powerful pack in the region and turned them into leverage.
“She lives,” he said calmly, breaking the silence.
A ripple of reaction m
