Marcellus’s POV “Sir!" The heavy sound of boots thundered up the stairs, and I knew who it was before the door even swung open. Lucas, my most reliable guard, burst into the room, his face flushed from the climb. I leaned back in my chair, striking a match to light my cigarette. The flame hissed, and I exhaled a slow cloud of smoke, watching it curl toward the ceiling. “Got good news for me, I presume?” My voice was calm, almost lazy, but Lucas knew better than to mistake it for softness. Failure wasn’t an option, and the way his shoulders stiffened told me he understood that. He caught his breath, standing straighter. “The Redridge pack’s on board, Alpha. They’ve agreed to halt the stream feeding Killian’s territory with water. I also gave the order to our traders, silk, meat, all major supplies, cut off. No more shipments to his pack.” I nodded, savoring ano
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