The kitchen kept better records than the guard house.

Elara would have laughed if the reason had not made her want to break something.

“Food disappears when people lie about numbers,” said Mara, the elderly kitchen supervisor.

She dragged a thick ledger from bene

The official patrol log said the southern service gate had never opened.

Elara read the line three times.

Then she looked at Rhys.

“That is impossible.”

Rhys nodded.

“Now it is.”

The current rogue had used a Guard House Four pass to enter through

The pack council had never been so full.

Warriors lined the walls.

Kitchen workers stood beside elders.

Hunters crowded the rear doors.

No one spoke above a whisper.

At the center of the hall stood Marissa Vale and Gavin Holt.

Separate.

Guarded.

Unranke