Chapter Thirty - The Threads Tighten
The war room was heavy with frustration.
Smoke from the torches had turned the air thick, and the maps scattered across the oak table looked more like accusations than guides. Four Alphas stood in uneasy silence, the weight of their bond with Evandra gnawing at them with every heartbeat.
Rowan, hollow-eyed and tense, broke it first. “I questioned the elders and one of them found something. Chelsea’s family name wasn’t recorded in Pearl’s archives. Not once. But one of the older omegas said she overheard her whispering about kin in Green Briar. That’s where she came from.”
Osiris slammed his fist on the table, rattling markers. “I knew it. The resin. The tar pitch. It’s been staring us in the face.”
Lefu’s gaze sharpened, the quiet, cutting sort. “B
