Malrik POV

“I never gave away classified information. I swear on my wolf, Alpha,” Tavian insisted, voice steady but threaded with a kind of desperate urgency.

“I have been loyal. I am not an informant or a traitor. Investigate me if you must.”

I watched him listening not only to the syllables but to the conviction behind them. He believed himself. He wanted to believe it. And still… my aunt’s warning had not been idle.

“So telling Dashira how we found Dravina in the woods and ...