Chapter 115: The Wolf in Verrin’s Den

The sun was setting when Damien's contingent arrived at Verrin's estate, a sprawling manor surrounded by manicured gardens and imposing iron gates. The air was heavy with tension as Damien dismounted his horse, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the towering structure. Verrin had been careful to maintain an image of loyalty to the crown, but Damien knew the truth—beneath the facade lay a man willing to sell the kingdom's stability for his own ambitions.

Amara and Carys joined him, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the mission.

"We've got eyes on every exit," Carys said, her green eyes scanning the estate's perimeter. "If Verrin tries to run, he won't get far."

"And inside?" Damien asked, his gaze shifting to Amara.

Amara smirked faintly. "I'll slip in through the servants' quarters. Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll find something we can use."

Damien nodded. "Be careful. Verrin's smart enough to have contingencies."