Drake's POV:
I paced the length of my office, barely containing the fury bubbling inside me. Marcus's death was a problem I didn't need right now—yet another knot in the tangled mess Raphael had left behind. I slammed my fist down onto the desk, the solid thud reverberating in the otherwise silent room. Leila sat on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in deep thought. I could tell she was trying to piece together how this had happened under our noses.
Lucas walked in, his face grim. "The dungeon is sealed. No one's getting in or out until we figure out who's behind this."
I turned toward him, the weight of frustration heavy in my chest. "It has to be someone close, Lucas. Someone with access and knowledge of our routines." I was seething at the thought that someone within the pack—someone I trusted—had betrayed us.