There was a sharp knock on the heavy wooden door of Alpha Asher’s office.
The sound cut cleanly through the tense silence already hanging in the room.
“Enter,” Asher called, his voice steady despite the irritation simmering beneath it.
The door opened, and Beta Rafe stepped inside. His posture was rigid, his jaw tight—never a good sign. He dipped his head respectfully.
“Alpha. Luna,” Rafe greeted, acknowledging both Asher and Hazel before closing the door behind him.
Asher didn’t waste time on pleasantries.
“Rafe,” he said sharply, rising from his chair. “Explain to me how the captured rogues are now dead.”
Hazel’s eyes narrowed slightly as she straightened beside Asher, her fingers curling against the arm of her chair.
Rafe took a measured breath. “Alpha… someone broke into the du
