Chapter 33: Viper's Nest
The predawn light cast long, accusing shadows across the bedroom. The warmth and intimacy of just hours before had evaporated, replaced by the cold, hard reality of the video evidence glowing on Kael's comm device. Lyra watched his face, the way his jaw tightened, the storm in his eyes solidifying into glacial fury. This wasn't just a betrayal of the pack; it was a personal betrayal, a poison delivered by a woman who had once shared his bed.
"They're moving against the northern depot at dawn," Kael's voice was dangerously quiet, all traces of the tender lover gone. He was pure Alpha now, a predator who had scented blood. "She gave them our defensive rotations, our weak points."
