Lyra's POV
Rowena's breath came in short gasps. Her fingers dug into the leather armrests until her knuckles turned bone white.
"Tell me everything," I said, leaning forward. "Tell me exactly how Benedict helped after Victor's attack on Obsidian."
She nodded slowly. I held back, knowing this had to come from her own lips. She needed to walk through every detail herself. Only then would the truth truly sink in.
Her voice started barely above a whisper.
"When Victor began his campaign against Obsidian, Benedict was the first to warn me something was off. He approached me in private, said Victor was becoming unstable. Paranoid. He claimed Victor viewed Obsidian as some kind of security threat to our pack."
She paused, her gaze drifting across the carpet as if reading invisible text.
