Traitor Crossword Clue 소설 & 이야기

Alpha Melissa's voice, sharp and tight, cracked through the room like a whip. Purposely hesitating, I glanced at them and then to the floor. “The Betrayer has killed four people in the last seven years. It’s making him bolder. Each kill has been higher in the pack hierarchy and now the Praetor’s liaison. I… I think this might be him trying to call the Praetor here.” *Nicely done, nicely done,* Balric said. I couldn’t help preen a little. This was all playing out just as I planned it.

"Found the traitors." "Traitors, as in plural?" "Yeah. It's all there in black and white."

His eyes were wide with shadows, not of the man filled with hatred, but of a man who seemed to have no options left. I was suddenly interested in his story. “You are accused of being a traitor,” I began. “You are accused of leaking the pack’s happenings to rogues. You endangered lives. Do you deny it?” Garnett’s jaw clenched. “No, Lady Irene. I do not.” A murmur ran through the crowd. I lifted a hand, silencing them. “Then speak your truth,” I said. “I will hear it all.” The murmur continued.

This time, a hint of fear appeared in the traitor’s eyes. I gave the traitor the antidote, which allowed him to speak again. Then, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Look. Don Vestri is right over there, but he would rather let his lover kill you than save you. As for Wendy, she would rather kill you herself.” The traitor gritted his teeth. He did not believe that the people he trusted would refuse to save him. “Just watch and see if they’ll save you.” I held the muzzle of my gun to his temple and clicked off the safety.

Talia, you can't make a bet with a dead woman, that would be ridiculous. He leaned back into his chair and placed an arm on the table; using his other arm, he pulled me back slowly, up until I was leaning on his chest. Speaking up again, he said: "Here's the question, think about your answer very well. I have a traitor in my home and I know you know who it is, so don't try to deny it - it might cost you a finger. Who is the traitor and what is his motive?" I lifted my eyebrow when Laura started chuckling,

He has come to the same conclusion that I have. “Gunner” I said softly. He turned to face me, his eyes heavy with dread but held a hidden rage. His jaw was rigid and tight, and his brows were furrowed together. “We have a traitor” he said through clenched teeth. -------------------------------------------------- Authors note A traitor in the Tri-Moon pack. Who could it be? Leave a comment with your thoughts and guesses.

We exchanged a knowing glance before letting out an involuntary scoff. Since they wanted a scene, I decided to give them a bigger one. Arlene stepped forward and snatched a microphone straight from a reporter's hand. Without missing a beat, she fired off three questions at the pair on the stage. "You want freedom? Vivian, do you dare to take off that scarf around your neck and let everyone see if there's a collar mark left there by your master? "Richard, how do you plan to account for the fact that you put her up to stealing the core data from Ferguson Group's Galaxy Project?

"These were the rogue commander's exact words: 'We had already arranged a meeting spot with our insider. The traitor promised to lure someone important from the pack to us, to use as a bargaining chip.'" "'So that night, we were waiting at the edge of the marsh. We watched as the traitor led an unsuspecting Miss Wren, step by step, into our ambush.'" "He also said, 'The she-wolf was trembling with fear, but she flat-out refused to cooperate. We held a knife to her throat, promised her riches and glory, even offered to make her the Alpha's mate, and all she did was tell us to get lost.'" Ronan shut his eyes in agony, burying his face in his hands.

I stared at the surveillance screen in disbelief, watching as Griffin Mercer sat down across from Claire with the casual confidence of someone who had nothing to hide. Griffin Mercer, the alpha who had been one of our earliest coalition supporters, whose son had died during the Montana assault, who I had personally apologized to for not being able to save everyone. Griffin Mercer was the traitor. "Tell me I am seeing this wrong," Owen said beside me, his voice tight with barely controlled fury. "Tell me that is not Griffin sitting with Claire right now."

I’d almost forgotten about the lone, broken survivor from the last raid, locked deep in our cells under heavy guard and Moonbane wards. “Relentlessly, once we applied the right… persuasion,” Liana said, her mouth a thin line. She was our best interrogator, her methods a blend of psychological subtlety and unflinching resolve. “He’s terrified of being taken back by Seraphine. He’s trying to buy his life with information.” “What did he give you?” Marcus’s gaze met mine, steady and serious. “He says there’s a traitor. Here in Black River.” The room seemed to tilt. “A traitor? One of ours?” The words tasted like bile.