"Camden, Arlington, Fergus, and Orson."

Michael said the names without hesitation. Regardless of whether his suspicions turned out to be true, he couldn't afford to voice them recklessly. He could lose his head for it if he accused someone without proof.

And that was the problem—evidence. What kind of evidence did Michael have?

The royal wolves had immense power. They could twist the truth to their advantage, and a young wolf like Michael could be easily disposed of.

"Do you have solid proof to accuse them?" I asked.

"Not yet. But I've pieced things together from the last decade's events." Michael rubbed his chin. "I do my homework, Deli."

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