The night was deep as Markus moved through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. His mind was racing, exhaustion pulling at him like weights, but he pushed it aside. There was too much at stake, too much to lose if they didn't act swiftly. Alpha Carter's death had been a brutal reminder of the Lycans' reach and cunning, and Markus would not allow another surprise, especially on his own territory.
In the war room, a flurry of activity ensued as Markus called upon every resource at his disposal. Messengers were dispatched, their orders clear: contact every informant, every ally, and every network within their grasp. He needed to know how the Lycans had managed to strike so precisely, bypassing the protections in place and executing their twisted punishment with such efficiency. The thought
