[22]

Cass’s PoV

“If you want to discuss this, let’s meet tomorrow at two in the afternoon. Solace Den Café.”

Those words weren’t something I could ignore. There was no way I could treat a meeting with that deceitful woman as something trivial. And so, here I was.

The late afternoon sky hung low over the small café that sat on the border between SilverFang and NightFang territories. The building looked ordinary enough, but I knew better—every shadow in this place was being watched.

Gamma Russel sat by the window, eyes sharp and assessing as he watched me enter. Looking across sat Lyra, poised and radiant in an elegant cream coat, her hair pinned up neatly. Her face glowed with that triumphant energy she wore whenever she thought she’d won something.

If only Alice had been more forthcoming when we spoke on the phone a few days ago, perhaps I’d know what kind of situation I was walking into. But she’d sounded uncertain, hesitant… promising only that she’d help however she could.

That was enou