"We can’t trust them anymore," one of the dissenters was saying. "This alliance is going to destroy us. We need to take control before it’s too late."
"And what about Kate?" another voice asked. "She’s the key to all this. If we take her out, Deimon will crumble."
Kate’s breath caught in her throat. The betrayal was more profound than she had imagined. But before she could process it further, Deimon stepped forward, revealing himself to the group.
"What do you think you’re doing?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
The dissenters froze, their eyes wide with shock. But it was the figure at the center of the group that caught Kate’s attention—the one she had seen in her vision. It was Garrick, the wolf who had voiced his doubts earlier that day.
"Garrick," Deimon said, his voice
