|| Third-party POV ||

The Reventhorn Castle was cloaked in an air of tension, the kind that made even the walls seem to hold their breath. Darius had called for an urgent meeting, summoning Alpha Asher, Alpha Daren, and Alexander to his study. Benson was already there, his presence a storm of barely contained rage and desperation. The rogue they had captured sat bound and silent in the corner, his expression blank, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He was a ghost, a shadow, a tool used ...