Traitors and Truths

MAEVIA

I stared at the wounded soldier lying across the chamber floor while tension spread through the burial room. Blood continued pooling beneath him as every Darklake wolf looked toward Lucian for orders.

"The prison cells are empty?" Lucian repeated quietly.

The soldier nodded weakly.

"They're gone," he forced out. "Every last one."

Soren immediately stepped backward.

Fear crossed his face so