DEREK
It all slammed into me at once.
The office, the old leather chair beneath me, the taste of whiskey still lingering on my tongue—and Maggie’s name reverberating like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in my head.
Maggie. Pierce’s daughter.
A rogue who had saved Elena’s life, who had helped her escape when no one else had, who had vanished not long after—and now might be leading a faction of the same wolves who had once dragged her into the dirt.
How had we not seen it?
I stood up, pacing to the window, staring out at the Silverclaw grounds below.
I didn’t know Maggie well—she’d been there when I found Elena that day on patrol—but I could tell even then that she was tough, watchful, scrappy. It was clear that she’d always kept her head down, never shared much, but she’d been loy
