Rowan was already there when I arrived, going over strategy with Darian and Denis.
“Good morning, Alpha,” they greeted.
I nodded and joined them. It felt strange hearing my title like that from my own brother. Darian had taken up the Beta role without hesitation. He didn’t want to lead, same as me. The goddess had answered his prayers—at the cost of mine.
Denis got straight to it. “Cains and Whales Corp is registered under a man named Chase Nighthorn.”
The room went still.
“You’re joking,” I said.
“Not even a little. Male. Age fifty. Lives on Mistwood Island,” Denis continued, his tone grim. “We need to send a team there. Discreetly. See if the trail actually leads to something this time.”
Rowan shook his head. “Or it’s another breadcrumb. Or worse—a trap. We should only follow it i
