"We fight traitors with covert action, not logic."
The adrenaline from my mad dash across the border was wearing off, leaving me trembling and nauseous. I was in the middle of our security headquarters, a priceless, illegal Omega who had just confirmed a plot involving ancient evil and the King's Chancellor. And I could not move.
My wolf, Black, was a mess. Half of him was desperately screaming at me to race back to Alaric to throw myself into the King's arms and demand safety, and the other half was utterly spent from the exertion and the psychic blast of Taemin's chaos. I looked at the three faces staring at me: Juno, sharp and decisive; Riven, massive and silently lethal; and Dr. Kael, the calm, measured force of the pack. They were waiting for orders, but my orders were useless.
"I have to go back," I gasped, leaning against the cold, metal frame of the main console. "I have to tell Marcus that Maelis is the traitor, or he walks into that trap."
