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“But Alpha Howell skipped town tonight,” Adide said, lost in thought.
“After that stunt failed, Damian probably doesn’t trust him as far as he can throw him.”
Craig looked at her, his expression as dark as a storm cloud over a wastnd.
“What if Howell and Damian aren’t the real masterminds? That hit was obviously meant for you. But what if they have a n B? What if the real target is Zander?”
Adide followed that train of thought, and a chill seeped into her bones.
Germain. That old fox was exactly the type to pull a move like that.
The group meticulously re–examined Velda’s actions.
She had mapped out her escape route long ago; she’d been nning this for a while.
But she knew Lycan King Erasmus had Royal Sentries watching her estate like hawks. She also knew that the moment she lost the protection of the Bloodmoon Pack, she’d likely be assassinated.
So, she yed the waiting game until the Marshals kicked in her door.
She had wanted Ulrik to cover her escape, but that fell through.
Once she was caught, she pinned everything on Alpha Zander–likely on orders from the true mastermind. It was her only bargaining chip to stay alive.
However, the Marshals taking Ulrik in for questioning had wrecked her n.
She was forced to change her story because she couldn’t let Ulrik take the fall. If she stuck to the “Zander gave the orders” script, Ulrik–as themanding general on the ground–would only face a heavier
sentence.
So, she imed the massacre was her idea alone.
She went through all that trouble <i>to </i>shield Ulrik because she knew he was her only hope for an outside
rescue.
“I’m curious about one thing,” Paisley suddenly spoke up
“How does Velda expect Ulrik–on his own–to rescue her from a prison carriage guarded by dozens of Western elite fighters<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Klein’s deep eyes slowly turned toward Adide.
After a moment of silence, he asked, “Tell me: if Alpha Zander was actually hauled away as a war criminal, would you take ckthorn soldiers and intercept–that carriage?”
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“Yes,” Adide answered instantly, without a shred of doubt.
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Klein gave a cold nod. “There it is. That’s Velda’s endgame. The ‘muscle‘ she’s counting on to hijack that carriage isn’t Ulrik. It’s you.”
Paisley grit her teeth.
“That bitch… her n is as twisted as she is. Though, I’ve gotta admit, I’m a little surprised Ulrik spilled the whole thing.”
Surprise or not, Paisley still couldn’t stand the guy. A male wolf that weak didn’t deserve to be called an Alpha.
Craig let out a sigh, his pine–scented pheromones tinged with exhaustion.
“We’ll just have to see how the negotiations y out. If Germain really is up to something, he’ll have to make his move soon.”
“Yeah.” Adide nodded and stood up. “I’m going to get some rest.”
As she walked away, Klein watched her back, a flicker of genuine sympathy crossing his eyes before he let out a soft sigh.
That tiny shift in expression didn’t escape Craig’s notice.
Craig didn’t dare say a word; he immediately looked down and started studying the patterns on the floor.
“What are you staring at?” Klein barked, pointing toward the door.
Craig jumped. “Right. I’m going to sleep, too.”
Late into the night, Lance and Prune returned to the estate at almost the same time.
Prune slipped into the war room first to report the results to Craig.
“The gold coins and crystals in Howell’s convoy have been swapped out for scrap metal.”
“Good.” Klein didn’t even look up. “Did they notice?”
A smirk yed on Prune’s lips.
“When they stopped <i>to </i>rest in the woods, we hit them with a sleeping draft. The whole team was out cold while we worked.”
“You have agents following them?”
“Don’t worry, sir,” she replied respectfully.
“I’ve got it all under control.”
When word got out that Lance was back, Adide and Paisley hurried back to the room, desperate for an
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The moment Klein saw Adide, his face darkened.
He let out a thinyer of his aura–like a low–hanging storm cloud–and spoke reprovingly.
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“I thought you said you were going to rest? Why are you back here? Lance has been working all day. You’re his mate–don’t you know to have some food ready for him?”
Adide didn’t wait to be told twice. She spun around and ran toward the kitchen to get the meal herself.
Once she was out of earshot, Klein turned to Lance and snorted.
“You’ve spoiled your Luna too much. Look at her–doesn’t even think to check if you’re hungry.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile, his tone gentle.
“I already ate dinner. Adide’s just stressed about the negotiations.”
Standing to the side, Craig and Prune nodded along like bobbleheads in their heads.
Klein looked at his favorite student and let out a quiet sigh.
Once Klein’s temper seemed to cool, Lance sat down to listen as Craig recounted how Christine had dug up the leads and how Ulrik had volunteered the intel.
After hearing it all, Lance went quiet for a long moment. “If Alpha Zander knew about this,” Lance said softly, “he’d probably feel a bit of relief. The years he spent training and trusting Ulrik… weren’t a total
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