Draven's POVMarcus brought me the report at first light. One name, underlined twice — his way of telling me he was confident without saying so directly.Wren. Senior guard, twelve years in the pack. The kind of man nobody watched because nobody had ever needed to.I didn't act on it immediately. Confidence wasn't proof, and proof was the only thing I cared about. I had Marcus follow him for four days — quietly, no pattern to it that Wren would notice. Where he went on his hours off. Who he spoke to. What he did with his coin.By the third night, Marcus had it. A tavern two villages east, well outside our usual patrol routes. A man there Wren met with regularly — not a pack member, not anyone Marcus recognized, careful enough to never give a name.By the fourth day, I had what I needed.I sent for Wren that evening. Quiet request, delivered by a runner, nothing in the wording that would alarm him. He came in relaxed, the way a man does when he believes he's done nothing wrong and has
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