Turning the Tables

Saskia's boots clicked sharply against the floorboards, carrying her further from the heavy oak door of the Alpha’s office. The air in the corridor felt stifling, thick with the scent of pine and impending ruin. Treason. The word echoed in her skull, beating against her temples. She was navigating a minefield, and her mate was the one laying the explosives. She needed facts. She needed a rock-soli