The morning after my infiltration of the archive, the Blackthorn administrative wing was thrown into sudden, chaotic turmoil.

I sat quietly at a corner desk in the lower logistics office, reviewing shipping manifests on my tablet, when the security doors flew ope

The Grand Pavilion was packed to capacity once more, its tiered galleries filled with pack elders, regional enforcers, and high-ranking dignitaries who had caught wind of an emergency disciplinary hearing. At the center of the obsidian floor stood Vivienne Laurent, he

By late afternoon, the fallout from the assembly had reduced Vivienne’s political empire to smoking rubble. The High Council had immediately placed her under formal investigation for abuse of administrative authority and malicious framing, while Damien’s enforcers sy