Isla's POV
The eastern wing was silent in a way that made Isla's skin crawl.
Cassian moved through the hallways like he was hunting, his senses locked onto something Isla couldn't perceive. Behind them, Ezra kept pace with deadly focus. Kaia had stayed to manage the main hall, but Isla had insisted on following. She needed to understand what was happening.
What she was part of.
"Ryker Ashvale," Cassian said as they moved. "Minor pack leader from the borderlands. He hires mercenaries for anyone with money. He's been on my watch list for five years."
"You think he's involved in the conspiracy?" Isla asked, keeping up with their pace.
"I think he's the connection point," Cassian replied. "Someone needed access to dark magic. Someone needed knowledge of blood-witch compounds. Someone needed resources scattered across multiple territories. Ryker has all of that."
