The scout's name was Brennan. Not the council member who'd been attacked, a different Brennan. Younger. Eager. The kind of wolf who volunteered for extra patrols and never complained about night watch.

I'd trusted him completely.

"We need to be smart about this," Caleb said as we watched Brennan cross the training yard toward the communications post. "If we arrest him publicly, it tips off the other two spies."

"And if we don't arrest him, he keeps feeding information to Gideon." Darius's ...