(Connor's POV)
The metallic scent of blood filled the secure room at Shadow Den. I stood rigid, staring at Jessica Sullivan's lifeless body sprawled across the floor. Her throat had been cut with surgical precision, her eyes still open in frozen terror.
Beside her lay Gregory Steele, one of our security guards. The silver dagger he'd used on Jessica was now embedded in his own chest, his final act of self-destruction after completing his deadly task.
"Alpha," Dominic, my security chief, spoke quietly beside me. "I take full responsibility for this breach."
I didn't respond immediately, my ice-blue eyes narrowing as I surveyed the scene. Jessica knew everything about Vanessa and the people behind her, but before she could reveal anything, she died.
"Someone ordered this murder to silen
