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Marshall’s expression darkened. “A spy? Fuck. Raol’s getting cocky.”

“I’ve been looking all night but couldn’t find anything,” I said, and Marshall raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve known since last night and haven’t told us?”

“I was in a hurry,” I said. “And there’s something else, too. I think Elisabed’s sister might be here.”

Marshall’s brows furrowed. “Her sister?”

“Yeah,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I know it sounds insane, but I’ve been putting the pieces together. She’s too close. Her scent’s in the air. I don’t know if she’s trying to find Elisabed or working for Raol, but I’m not taking any chances.”

Elisabed sounded so sure that she saw her, but she was in a delicate state and needed to rest. When I returned to the area, I confirmed the lingering foreign scent myself.

Finn seemed to take a beat before he responded. “So, we have a spy and a potential threat from the inside? That’s just fantastic.” His sarcasm stung, but I didn’t have time to argue with him.

Marshall crossed his arms. “If she’s here, we’ll find her. We’ll deal with it. But we can’t let her pull Elisabed away. Not now. Not when things are this fragile.”

“Exactly,” I muttered, my mind already spinning with possibilities. “I’ll keep searching for both the spy and the sister. If I’m right, we can’t afford to wait.”

Finn raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, his expression unreadable. Instead, he pushed off the wall and walked toward the door.

“Alright, but don’t isolate yourself, August. You might be right, but you can’t do everything alone,” he said, his voice a little more serious than I’d expected.

I didn’t respond. I just turned and walked away, feeling the weight of their stares at my back. My mind was too focused on the task at hand to care about anything else. The spy, the sister—those were the only things that mattered. And I wouldn’t stop until I had answers.

I couldn’t afford to fail. Not when so much was riding on this.

I couldn’t afford to lose her, too.

But before I left, I felt Finn’s presence move behind me, his steps heavy and deliberate. He was so close, and I didn’t have time to react when his rough voice met my ear.

“If you ever make her cry again,” Finn’s voice was low, barely above a growl, “I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest—cold, sharp, and unforgiving. My heart dropped, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I knew Finn was protective—hell, all of us were—but something in his tone was different this time, something raw. Something that tore through me, sending a shockwave of guilt through every inch of my body.

I hadn’t even known. I hadn’t even realized I’d made her cry.

“Get in line, Finn,” I murmured, my voice hoarse as I turned to face him. My own anger had evaporated, replaced with something worse—the undeniable guilt of knowing that I’d hurt her, that I’d pushed her away when she needed my support.

I was failing to do right by Elisabed, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

25

Elisabed

The day passed in a quiet blur. I spent most of it reading and thinking about my new life. I reflected on my alphas and the unique differences that made them who they were.

August had been calm from the beginning, and the flaring of his anger the day before was surprising to me. Finn, occasionally obnoxious, had moments of softness—especially when I needed them most—and Marshall, who had been cold at first, slowly revealed a surprisingly tender side.

I wasn’t sure where I stood with any of them yet. Everything was still so new, and it was hard to make sense of the emotions that stirred inside me whenever they were near.

I was lost in thought when I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s me, sweetheart.”

I moved to the door and opened it for August, who was holding a basket in his hands. He smiled at me hesitantly and offered it to me.

“Dinner,” he said.

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