I woke to urgent knocking. Maya was already at the door, speaking in hushed tones with someone. Morning light filtered through the windows. I’d slept longer than intended.
“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting up. My wounds ached but felt better. Wolf healing was working.
“It’s Elder Thorne. He says it’s urgent.” Maya looked worried.
Elder Thorne entered quickly, his usual calm replaced with concern. “We have a problem. Someone broke into Victor Kane’s room last night. Stole all the documents he’d gathered for the investigation.”
I was on my feet instantly, ignoring the pain. “What? How?”
“No one knows. The guards saw nothing. No scents, no traces. Whoever did it was professional.” He handed me a note that had been left behind. “This was on his desk.”
The note was simple. Written in el
