Chapter 25

“There were patrols. I had to wait.”

“Excuses,” Tyrell muttered without looking up from his blade.

I silenced him with a glance before turning my attention back to the spy.

“What do you have for me?”

They handed me a rolled piece of parchment, their hands trembling slightly. I unrolled it, my eyes scanning the map of Talon Pack’s defenses. Patrol routes, guard rotations, weak points along the border—it was all there. A wolf couldn’t ask for a better gift.

“Good,” I said after a moment, rolling the parchment back up.

“And the pack itself? Any cracks forming?”