A cornered spy with nothing left to lose does not do the thing you expect. That was the whole danger, and I spent two days trying to predict Vale and getting nowhere, because you cannot out-think a wolf whose plan is now simply make them lose too.
Then Vale showed me his move, and it was so much better than anything I'd feared that I felt something close to admiration curdle in my chest.
He didn't run. He didn't strike at Cain or me. He didn't go to the rogues or the wavering packs with what he'd learned. He did something quieter and more devastating.
He started telling the truth about me.
It began as whispers, the kind that move through a pack the way water finds cracks the same way I'd moved the truth through Crescent Hollow to take it. The Luna spies on her own people. The Luna has
