Mary Ann’s POV
The search for Elder Horace began before the alarm bells finished ringing.
Guards sealed every gate leading out of the pack house. Patrols searched the servants’ corridors, storage rooms, healing wing, and underground passages beneath the western buildings. Wolves shifted and spread through the surrounding forest, following every unfamiliar scent they could find.
Horace could barely walk without help.
He could not have escaped alone.
Someone had entered the private sitting room, moved him through a hidden passage, and taken him beyond the first security line without raising an alarm.
That meant the conspiracy had people inside the pack house.
Again.
I stood near the open servants’ door while Marek examined the floor. The narrow passage behind it smelled of old stone,
