ALPHA KONAN'S POV

I sat alone in my study, the events of the last few days replaying in my mind like a relentless storm. Most especially, I couldn’t shake the image of Madeline—trembling, disoriented. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—rage, confusion, helplessness.

The weight of the surprise attack weighed on me. Everyone was demanding answers, especially the pack members whose lives had been endangered. They’d all come out to show their undying love and support, and now they were left with questions I didn’t have answers to.

The attack seemed too well-coordinated to be a coincidence. There had to be a mole in the pack. Someone who knew the...