We caught four of the six saboteurs before they reached the wall. The other two died fighting, taking the explosives with them into the river where the current could render them harmless.

Darius stood over the captured wolves, blood on his hands and murder in his eyes. Through the bond, I felt his wolf screaming for violence. For punishment. For making an example that would terrify anyone else considering betrayal.

"Lock them in the western cells," I ordered Caleb. "Silver chains. No contact ...