CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ALPHA KONAN'S POV   I sat alone in my study, the events of the last few days replaying in my mind like a relentless storm. Most especially, I couldn’t shake the image of Madeline—trembling, disoriented. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—rage, confusion, helplessness.   The weight of the surprise attack weighed on me. Everyone was demanding answers, especially the pack members whose lives had been endangered. They’d all come out to show their undying love and support, and now they were left with questions I didn’t have answers to.   The attack seemed too well-coordinated to be a coincidence. There had to be a mole in the pack. Someone who knew the ins and outs of our operations. Someone close.   Damien had to be my prime suspect. He would do anything, any way, to get what he wanted. He had suggested the duel, and the people who supported him might have been in on it too. The duel could have been a distraction, a ploy while they carried out their attack.   But in the same breath, Damie