Chapter 87

Her words were true, but that didn’t make them any easier to swallow. If someone was betraying us, they’d know to hide their tracks, to remain invisible among the pack. Finding them would be like chasing shadows.

“Thank you for telling me,” I said, gripping her shoulder in gratitude.

“Let’s keep this quiet. We don’t need panic spreading. I’ll start looking into it personally.”

She nodded, her expression relieved.

“I’ll keep my ears open, too. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”

As she left, I closed the door, sinking onto a chair as the weight of this new threat settled over me. Betrayal was more insidious than any enemy from the outside; it could destroy us from within, rot the pack to its core before we even saw Silas on our borders.

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, my mind churning over every interaction, every wolf who might have reason to turn against us. I considered those who had voiced doubts about my leadership in the past, those who might see an advantage in aligning with Silas instead of me. But every time I considered a name, a face, I forced myself to think it through rationally. This was no time for impulsive accusations.