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Lance set down his ss and looked up.
The firece was roaring, casting a sharp light that missed no detail in the private room.
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Lance’s scent hadn’t wavered once; he watched Damian with the calm certainty of a hunter who had just seen his prey step right into the snare.
Damian finally snapped out of his shock and sprinted down the stairs.
In the first–floor lobby, several wolves in guard uniforms were talking to the messenger.
The one reporting was Ampelio. When he saw Damian, his face twisted with rage.
“Gamma Damian, what is the Western Tribe ying at? You actually tried to assassinate our Gamma Adide?”
Damian scanned the room. Adide was nowhere to be seen.
He realized then that he’d been yed–either they hadn’t moved at all<b>, </b>or the n had leaked, and they were trying to bait him into a confession.
There was <i>no </i>way Milo could fail. Over a dozen elite assassins against three or four wolves? <b>It </b>was impossible.
Damian forced out a wave of Alpha aura, his voice hardening. “Nonsense. This is <b>a </b>frame–up.”
He turned to re at Lance.
“Alpha Lance, what’s the game here? Staging a y to smear <b>us</b><b>? </b>Looking for extra leverage for tomorrow’s talks? That’s pathetic.”
Lance ignored him, turning instead to Ampelio with genuine concern.
“You said Luna Adide was hurt. Is it serious?”
“She took a hit to the arm,” Ampelio replied. “She’s at the Digby Medical Center getting patched up, then she’s heading straight to the Ministry of Justice.”
Lance pressed on. “And the lead assassin is confirmed to be Milo?”
“Confirmed,” Ampelio said. “Along with a dozen others. Gamma Adide took down several of them herself, the rest are being hauled to the Ministry.”
“Lies!” Damian’s aura exploded. “If you keep up this nder, there won’t be a negotiation tomorrow
Lance’s voice was cold and crystal clear.
“Gamma Damian, why don’t youe to the Ministry with us? The truth tends toe out there
“No way<b>! </b>Damian stared him down, enunciating every word. “Mild would never ambush <b>your </b><b>Luna </b>
<b>Lance </b>let out a coldugh. “Is it that he wouldn’t do it<b>, </b>or that you think it’s impossible for him <b>to </b>get caught? pamian, there’s <b>a </b>fin
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line between confidence and pure arrogance.”
“I’m telling you, it’s a setup,” Damian insisted, though his pheromones were starting to spiral into a mess.
“Then walk with us,” Ampelio challenged.
The night wind swayed the trees along the street as the carriages rumbled toward the Ministry.
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The route took them right past the Digby Medical Center. Lance turned to Ampelio. “Let’s pick up Luna Adide on the way.”
<b>A </b>flicker of unease crossed Damian’s eyes. Something felt wrong about tonight<b>, </b>but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
The kidnapping plot was a tight secret. He reyed the n in his head, certain Milo couldn’t lose.
Unless there was a mole. He suddenly thought of Alpha Howell.
Nas he just a double agent for the Western Tribe?
The suspicion gnawed at him<b>, </b>but until he saw Adide with his own eyes, he refused to believe the op had gone south.
When they pulled up to the medical center, Adide was just stepping out, leaning on Paisley for support.
Damian froze. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The n–his perfect n–had actually failed.
Howell. That was it.
That Alpha was never a real ally; he was a nt sent by Lycan Erasmus to bait them.
Lance strode over and took Adide’s hand. “Are you okay?”
Adide looked at him, sounding hurt and shaken.
‘If I hadn’t moved when I did, he would’ve taken my arm off. I don’t know what I did to offend Milo, but to ambush me like that he middle of the night…”
Damian’s eyes raked over her, searching for any sign of a fake injury.
After a long pause, he choked out, “I don’t believe it. I want to see Milo. I don’t believe he’d do this.<b>” </b>
Lance looked back at him.
“Fine. To the Ministry, then Let’s hear it from him.”
Damian nced at Paisley standing behind them. She was moving with a fluid, silent grace, her woll’s aura steady and <b>grounded </b>She was no “omega maid”
She never had been.
The Ministry of Justice was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Milo and the five surviving assassins hadn’t even made it to the dungeons yet; Dennis had started a <b>midnight </b>interrogations immediately.
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