Echo.

Guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders as I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of our pack's territory. I had told them things about Caesar and the lycans, things they wanted to hear, but not the most crucial details. Still, I had given them information they could use to start planning their attack. It felt like a betrayal of the trust Caesar had placed in me.

Caesar had finally begun to trust me, to see me as one of his own. He had shown me kindness, acceptance, and a sense of belonging that I had never felt among my own people, who seemed to use me as a pawn in...