Lucian
I tried not to show it, but disappointment clung to me like a second skin.
I'd hoped we’d find a name, a face—someone—to hold accountable. But instead, all we’d done was remove Martha from the equation. The real threat was still out there, invisible and deadly.
Chase.
The ghost.
Someone with a vendetta serious enough to wipe out an entire bloodline. My bloodline.
I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing. My mind chased possibilities it couldn’t catch.
Whoever Chase was, he had to be an Alpha. Only an Alpha would aim that high—only someone with power, ambition, and a twisted sense of balance. Revenge of this magnitude didn’t come from slighted subordinates. It came from equals. Rivals. Enemies.
And that narrowed the list in the wrong direction: out
