The weekend at the cabin felt like a dream that ended too soon. Back at the estate, reality crashed down hard. Reports of Shadowfang movement near the borders had everyone on edge, but no one expected the betrayal to come from inside.
Faith was in the library reviewing pack supply lists—something Ronan had reluctantly allowed her to help with—when Marcus burst in, face grim. “Luna, we need you in the war room. Now.”
She followed him quickly, heart pounding. Ronan stood at the head of the long table, maps spread before him, his expression thunderous. Several ranked wolves were present, including Elena from training.
“A message was intercepted,” Ronan said without preamble, his voice like ice. “Detailed routes of our patrols, weak points in the estate security, and… your exact schedule fo
