POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The metallic tang of the interrogation room seemed to cling to my skin, a cold reminder of the blood spilled in the name of truth. As we climbed the stairs from the basalt dungeons, my mind was already a battlefield of logistics and defensive formations. I didn't wait to reach the office before I opened the wide-channel mind-link.
Caleb. Mark. Vane. My office. Now.
The command was absolute, vibrating with the authority of a King who had just heard the drums of war.
When Jessie, Ethan, and I entered the Royal Office, the room was already occupied. Amethyst sat on the velvet sofa, her face pale, but her eyes sharp with intuition. Luna Gemma, Jenny, and Lisa were gathered around her, a circle of protection that had formed instinctively the moment we left for th
