His Rejected Mate's Secret
I catalogued them all in my mind, plotting, aligning, preparing.
The Council demanded obedience, but I had my own ways. My mind ran through the network of tunnels beneath the fortress, secret paths I had memorized as a scout, hidden alcoves known only to me, the silent channels where messages could travel unseen. I reached for the first coded letter I had prepared, my hand closing around it with the familiarity of ritual. Every stroke of the quill, every fold of the parchment, was a lifeline for those still loyal, a thread connecting us to the Alpha who had yet to return.