Chapter 41: The Investigation Begins

By nightfall, White Moon was locked down.

Dante had placed warriors at every entrance, every border, every vulnerable point in their territory.

No one was getting in.

No one was getting out.

Bella stood in the main hall, her arms crossed as she watched Dante and his top warriors gather around a large map of their land.

"We interrogate everyone who had access to the prisoner," Dante said, his voice cold, calculating.

"No one is above suspicion."

Chase's jaw clenched. "Including me?"

Dante's eyes snapped to him.

"You were the last person seen near the cell."

Chase let out a low growl, shaking his head. "I would never betray you, Dante."

Dante didn't look away.

Because they both knew—this wasn't about loyalty.

It was about who had the opportunity.

Bella watched them carefully.

Chase and Dante had been friends for years.

But this?

This was a test.

A test of trust, of loyalty, of whether or not their bond could survive the weight of suspicion.

Finally, Dante exhaled.

"I need to be sure." His voice was tight, strained.

Chase nodded slowly. "Then question me. I have nothing to hide."

Dante's blue eyes darkened.

"I will."

Then, he turned to Sage.

"Find out exactly who else was near the dungeons today. I want a list on my desk within the hour."

Sage nodded. "Got it."

Dante's gaze flickered to Bella, his expression unreadable.

"We're going to get to the bottom of this."

Bella lifted her chin. "We better. Because if someone inside this pack is working for Mikhail—

"I want their head myself."