Whispers of Deceit (Jax’s POV)Dirt crunched under my boots as I slipped past the border markers. Blackridge’s scent faded behind me, replaced by Silvercrest’s sharper pine and smoke. I kept low, wolf senses wide open, ears pricked, nose catching every shift in the wind. Damien’s territory felt wrong. Too quiet. Too watchful.I ducked into the first border tavern I found. Old wooden sign creaked above the door: The Broken Fang. Inside smelled like stale ale, wet fur, and lies. Low tables, dim lanterns, a handful of drinkers hunched over mugs. I tugged my hood lower, picked a corner booth, and ordered something dark and cheap.Two Silvercrest enforcers sat three tables away. Voices low, but not low enough.“…heard she’s got witch blood now. Poisoned her own father to clear the way.”The other snorted. “Figures. Climber like her. Trades one Alpha for a richer one, then poisons the old man so she can rule both packs.”My fingers tightened around the mug. I kept my face blank. Ears shar
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