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All twelve Alphas were there. Their seconds too, and key advisors. The tent felt too small. The air was thick and heavy. You could taste the tension.“Let me get this straight,” Alpha Thorne said. He leaned forward on the table, knuckles white. “You’re telling us there’s a traitor. Somewhere in this camp. Among thousands of wolves. And we have three days to find them?”I kept my voice steady. “That’s what the message said.”“Or it’s a lie,” Raina cut in. Her eyes were sharp. “Meant to make us paranoid. Classic divide-and-conquer.”“Probably,” I agreed. “But we can’t assume it’s false. Not with our people at risk.”I looked down at the map spread between us. “We segment the camp. Each pack vets its own. Run checks on anyone near leadership or sensitive areas.”“That’ll slow us to a crawl,” Corwin said. He rubbed his face. “We’re already swamped. Processing freed prisoners, moving supplies, organizing transports home. This’ll gridlock everything.”I met his gaze. “If there’s a traitor a

The camp stretched out below us—thousands of wolves sleeping in tents and under makeshift shelters. They trusted us to keep them safe. They believed in the peace we’d promised.And somewhere among them, more traitors waited.“Three days,” I said, the memory sharp in my mind. “Derek said three days until betrayal. That was yesterday.”Kael stood beside me, his gaze sweeping the darkened camp. “So we have two left. Or he was lying about the timeline. Either way, we push harder. Move faster.”“The Alphas won’t like it. More lockdowns, more scrutiny—they’ll say we’re strangling the camp.”“I don’t mind what they like.” The words came out hard, edged with an anger I hadn’t meant to show. “The cult is inside our walls. We’re not safe. I won’t let more wolves die because we were too soft to do what’s necessary.”Kael turned to me. In the moonlight, his face was grave. “Don’t let this change you, Sophia. Don’t become what you’re fighting.”“I’m not.”“You are. I can feel it. The anger. The su

That night, sleep wouldn’t come. Again.At midnight, I gave up. I slipped out of the tent. Kael stirred but didn’t wake—for once, exhaustion had pulled him deep under. Good. He needed it.The camp was quiet. Guards at their posts. Campfires burned low. Everything looked normal. Except it didn’t feel normal. The air felt charged. Watched.I walked the perimeter, nodding to the guards, checking defensive positions. Everything was in order. But that feeling—like eyes on the back of my neck—wouldn’t fade.Near the eastern edge, I found Marcus. He was doing the same thing, pacing slowly, his gaze scanning the dark tree line.“Can’t sleep either?” he asked, not looking at me.“Too much in my head.” I fell into step beside him. “You feel it?”“Feel what?”“Like we’re being watched.”Marcus was quiet for a long moment. “Yeah. I feel it. Half the senior warriors do, too.” He finally glanced at me. “But there’s never anyone there when we look.”“Thea said no dark magic.”“I know. Which means ei

“Tell me.”“You and Kael, you’re good person. I actually believe you want what's best.” He finally met my eyes.“But good intentions don't stop tyrants from rising. History is full of kings who started noble and ended monstrous.”“Then stop us if we go that way,” I said.“That's literally what the charter allows.”“Words on paper.” His voice was bitter.“When you have an army and divine power, words don't matter much.”“They do to me. I know you don't trust me yet. That's fine. But give us a chance to earn it. That's all I'm asking.”“Three days. I'll give you my answer then.”He left.Kael appeared at my shoulder.“Think he'll come around?”“Maybe. Or perhaps he'll be the opposition we need to keep us honest.”“Always the optimist.”“One of us has to be.”That afternoon, I found Thea in the archive tent, surrounded by texts that looked older than civilization.“You look like hell,” I said, handing her tea.“Thanks. You're too kind.” But she took the tea gratefully.“I've been cross-r

Dawn broke, cold and colorless.The camp was a ghost of its usual self, empty of all but the essential guards. The rest of us stood assembled at the tree line bordering the western meadow.Warriors in tight formation, faces set in grim masks. Helena pressed the finished amulet into Erica’s hand—a simple silver chain from which hung a teardrop of captured moonlight, a Moonbane crystal wrapped in silver wire. It pulsed with a soft, steady rhythm.Marcus stood at the front of the strike team, his greatsword resting on his shoulder, his eyes scanning the mist-shrouded field.“Ready?” Kael’s voice was low, meant only for my ear, as he squeezed my hand.I looked at Erica, who gave me a tight, confident nod. I looked at the warriors, at the determined set of Raina’s jaw, and at the silent, watchful presence of Thorne’s rearguard on the camp walls behind us.“Ready,” I said, the word feeling both too s