Mary Ann’s POV
The pack house was locked down before the dead Nightveil warrior’s body became cold.
Every gate was sealed.
Every servant was ordered to remain in the wing where they had been found. Guards blocked the corridors between the council rooms, infirmary, kitchens, servant quarters, and family chambers. No one entered or left without written authorization from Modric, Kylian, or me.
Even the elders were confined.
Some protested immediately.
Gregor’s allies called it an abuse of Alpha authority. Others demanded to know why respected council members were being treated like criminals while an army remained inside Ironclaw territory.
Modric gave them one answer.
“The enemy is already inside the pack.”
That silenced most of them.
Not all.
I stood inside the central hall whil
