Viktor Beaumont's POV
The guard's neck snapped under my hands. I dropped his body quietly to the ground, wiping blood from my mouth. Five years in exile had made me fiercer, not weaker.
I moved through the shadows of the Artemis Pack area. Once, I had ruled here. Now I was sneaking back like a thief.
My nephew Elias had no idea I was coming. No idea that everything—Kamla's death, Amara's abuse, the attack on the cabin—was part of a bigger plan. A plan I had tried to stop years ago.
"You shouldn't be here," a voice hissed from behind me.
I spun around, claws extending. Marcus Hale, my nephew's Beta, stood with his hands raised.
"Going to sound the alarm, Marcus?" I asked, ready to quiet him if needed.
"If I wanted to, I would have already." His eyes darted around nervously. "You need to leave. Ingrid has tripled security since Elias left to find Amara."
I smiled coldly. "Ingrid is exactly who I came to see."
