POV: Marcus Hale
The file burned my fingers as I grabbed it.
Not exactly, but it might as well have. The words on the page made my blood turn to ice. I'd been searching through the Inter-Pack Council records for hours, looking for budget discrepancies. What I found was so much worse.
"Mother's Light will rise again," I whispered, reading the hidden message at the bottom of the supply order. "The false alphas will fall."
My hands shook. We thought we'd caught all the Mother followers after their last attack. We thought wrong.
The door creaked behind me. I spun around, stuffing the file into my jacket.
"Marcus?" Councilwoman Elena Frost stood in the doorway. "What are you doing here so late?"
Elena had been one of our most trusted friends during the pack merger. She'd helped write the new rules. She'd been at every important meeting.
She'd also just signed her name on three different items that made no sense.
