Kaelen’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Clever,” he said, his tone softening. “If we can get Draven to waver, it might be enough to shake Ravenna’s hold on him. And if the pack starts to question their loyalty…”
I nodded. “Exactly. We have to make them doubt everything—Draven, Ravenna, their so-called alliance. If we fracture them from within, they won’t be able to hold it together long enough to make their move.”
Kaelen crossed his arms, considering the plan. His gaze lingered on me for a moment, and I saw the conflict in his eyes. He was angry—furious, even—but he was also protective. He didn’t want me to get hurt, not any more than I already had.
It had been a week since I arrived and I knew Draven and Ravenna was the most surprise of them all. I stood in front of the grand mirror in my quarters, adjusting the silver clasp on my cloak, letting my fingers linger over the smooth fabric. A calm smile tugged at my lips, but my heart pounded with the fury of a storm. Draven’s betrayal played in my mind on a loop, but I couldn't afford to let that rage show. Not yet.
Not until I had everything I needed to destroy them both.