*LANDON*
I sipped my blood wine, partially listening to Tristan's report. Usually, I'd be fully engaged, especially since the safety of my people was at stake. But my thoughts kept drifting to Seraphina, locked away in her chambers, still healing from her near-fatal wound.
"So it's confirmed? All three men who were exiled are dead?" I asked, returning my focus to the matter at hand.
"Yes, Your Majesty. They were found in a ravine about thirty miles east of our territory," Tristan replied grimly. "Throats torn out. Clean work. Professional."
"Someone's eliminating witnesses," I concluded, swirling the crimson liquid in my goblet. "They infiltrated the pack, attempted to kill what's mine, and now they're covering their tracks."
"We've been investigating how they entered the territory undetected," Tristan continued. "They came with a traveling theater caravan. Disguised themselves as stage hands."
