The Lycan Pack's Luna

Chapter 49

Cassandra’s POV

No one left the castle. No one entered.

Alec had locked everything down. Every exit, every entrance, sealed tight. We were trapped in a cage of stone, and every minute felt like an eternity.

Now, we wait.

Jack, Damon, and Elias were stationed at different points of the castle, alert and on edge, watching every shadow that moved. Sophie remained near Amara and Edgar, guarding them like the protective warrior she was.

And Alec and I?

We were the bait.

The air was thick with tension, the weight of it pressing against my chest. I could feel the pulse of danger, the shadows closing in on us even though I couldn't see them. Alec and I walked through the winding, dimly lit corridors of the castle, our senses sharp, every step calculated.

Then—

A shadow moved.

Alec’s posture stiffened, and his voice was low. "There."

We turned the corner just in time to see a figure slipping into a side passage. My heart pounded in my chest.

Without thinking, I ran.

I sprinted after them, Alec right behind me, the scent of blood and steel filling the air. The figure was fast—too fast.

I threw a dagger, and it missed by an inch.

"STOP!" Alec's command was a snarl, but the figure didn’t stop.

Instead, they slowed just long enough for me to see it—a glint of silver, the same kind of blade that had killed the spy.

Then they were gone.

I skidded to a stop, my breath heavy, my mind racing. "Did you see—"

Alec’s jaw was tight, and his silver eyes were stormy. "I saw."

I turned to face him, heart hammering. "We're close."

His gaze burned with intensity, but there was an edge of frustration. "Not close enough."

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Alec’s POV

The next morning, the silence was broken by the first real clue. Not a shadow, not a whisper.

A name.

Sophie burst into the war room, her face pale, her steps hurried. "It's the council," she said, voice tight with urgency.

I stiffened. "What?"

She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she continued. "Three council members were caught trying to flee the castle."

The room fell silent. The weight of her words hit like a blow. I could feel the cold certainty creeping into my bones.

I exhaled slowly, trying to keep my composure. "Where are they now?"

"Locked up," she replied. "Damon and Elias are handling them."

My mind raced. Three council members. This wasn’t just an outside threat. This was an inside job. And if it was inside, it could be anyone.

I turned to Cassie, her expression unreadable, but I could feel it—the shift.

"This is bigger than we thought," she said softly.

I nodded, my jaw clenched. "We make them talk."

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Cassandra’s POV