#Chapter 75: Lodge of Secrets

"Giana will be occupied with her honor ceremony preparations for at least six hours," I said, reviewing the schedule I'd obtained from Raymond's assistant. "It's the perfect opportunity to check Marcus's hunting lodge." The preparations for Giana's ceremony had consumed the pack's attention for days. As the soon-to-be officially recognized Delta, she had insisted on elaborate rituals that kept everyone—especially Raymond—too busy to notice our movements. Kane studied the schedule, his tactical mind assessing potential risks. "Security will be focused on the main ceremonial grounds. Even her personal guards have been reassigned to oversee decorations." "If Marcus suspected he was being poisoned, he might have kept evidence there," Kane nodded thoughtfully. "It was his private retreat." "He mentioned consulting old records," I added, recalling his letter. "The lodge housed his personal collection of pack histories and journals going back generations." We planned our departure c