The Alpha's Hardest Game
The old tyrant let out a low, frustrated growl, his suspicion finding no purchase on their flawless, detached profiles.
"The rogue had internal help within the sub-levels to get that shim," Magnus hissed, turning back to the map table. "But he is alone in the mountains now. He won't survive the silver-rot without our serums. Increase the border patrols by double. I want him brought back in chains."
"We will oversee the northern perimeter adjustments immediately, father," Jake stated flatly, giving a cold, formal nod.
"See to it," Magnus snapped, waving his hand in dismissal, his fury turning back toward Vard.