Lyla
"False alarm," Ramsey announced as he strode into the war room. "There was no breach at the northern gate."
I looked up from the ritual preparations I was reviewing with Nanny. "What about the dead sentries?"
"That part was real," he said grimly. "Three warriors, throats slit. But there's no evidence of an invading force. No tracks, no scents, nothing."
Something cold settled in my stomach. "An inside job."
Ramsey nodded. "Someone wanted to draw our attention away from something else."
"Or someone," Gamma Darius added, his eyes meeting mine. "Like the bomb in your car."
We all fell silent, the implications hanging heavy in the air. White Moon had a traitor—perhaps more than one—working for Nathan.
"The ritual must continue", I said finally. "We need those Ferals fighting for us, not against us."
"I'll increase security around the ritual grounds," Ramsey decided. "No one gets within a hundred yards except those directly involved."
