(Dominic’s POV)
The wind outside howled against the walls like a wounded animal. Inside the war room, it was no quieter—just silent in a different, more brutal way. The kind of silence that held everything unsaid between people who used to trust each other.
I stared at the reports spread across the table. Routes. Logs. Timelines. And one very damning clue—the access record that didn’t match anyone cleared for the last mission. I’d narrowed the list down to three people.
But even knowing that didn’t make anything easier.
The walls of Shadow Claw used to be armor. Now, they felt like a cage.
Footsteps echoed down the hall before the door creaked open. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Logan. His presence was sharp, pointed—his frustration like flint ready to spark.
“You’re pushin
