SILVER HOLLOW
THIRD POV
Jason stood behind his desk, his gaze fixed on the report in front of him as though staring harder might force the situation to make sense.
The paper was already creased from his grip, its edges bent from repeated tension. He didn’t notice it. He only noticed the contents.
Again.
Another intercepted convoy.
Another loss.
Another failure he could not explain.
His jaw tightened as he reread the summary for what felt like the tenth time, even though the words had not changed since the first.
Silence stretched in the room until his beta, Caleb finally spoke.
“Third time,” Caleb said carefully, as though stating it plainly might soften the impact. “Same type of interception. Same missing cargo pattern.”
Jason didn’t look up immediately.
Because there was noth
