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Ezra scrubbed a hand through his inky hair. “We need a full reconfiguration of the system.” He looked at his wrist and muttered a curse. “And we need it done in four hours.”
Alpha Wynn was having his first face-to-face meeting with the Silver Fang Alpha tonight. We couldn’t postpone any longer—there was too much information we needed to share, and its sensitive nature required a careful exchange. If we were compromised, a fix was necessary. The negotiations had been going well, and from what I heard, Alpha Declan believed the intelligence we provided about the Council and was willing to back us.
The discussion would help strengthen our alliance. If we had Silver Fang on our side, Alpha Wynn was confident the Hollow Wood and Greyson packs would join us. The three Alphas were cousins and always stood together. A leak during the meeting could put us at risk of an attack from the Council and the Blood Moon pack.
If either party knew what we were planning, it would allow them to get ahead of our attack and turn the tables on us.
“Parameters?” I asked, pulling up a fresh screen.
It would be tight, but I would make it work. I had to.
My wolf chuffed in agreement. We would fight if it came down to it, but this was how we protected the pack. I was responsible for ensuring we had eyes and ears on our territory at all times, and I had failed.
I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
I thought of the contents of the video again, and it hit me.
A fucking lens cover. How in the name of the Goddess had no one noticed anything sooner?
“They blocked it manually,” I said.
I saw Ezra connecting the pieces as he let out a curse.
“I want trip wires everywhere,” Ezra instructed. “Make the firewall a damn labyrinth if you have to. I also want alerts installed for skips, glitches, changes in lighting, and repeated movement.”
“Got it,” I replied.
“I’m going out in the field to check the physical monitor and add new posts,” he said as he slipped on his jacket.
“Take Valor with you,” I called after him.
He paused and raised a brow.
“Don’t be an idiot.” I didn’t break eye contact. “You’d be a valuable hostage.”
He blew a low breath, conceding to my rationale and calling Valor on his comms system.
Satisfied I wouldn’t lose my head of security tonight, I turned to the screen and began the internal software reconstruction.
My comms unit rang two hours later. My fingers ached as I picked up the call. Leighton—an Enforcer and Hidden Creek’s witch intermediary—was on the other end.
“We have news,” he said. “Shiloh picked up on a magic signal while checking the tampered monitor.”
“Shiloh? When did she get here?”
The witch was the one who’d created the tonic to conceal our Alpha’s mate’s pregnancy from the Council. Though many shifters were prejudiced toward witches, our Alpha understood that the will of one was not the will of the many.
When it came down to it, the Council was using black magic, and the only way to successfully stand against them was to beat them at their own game. Luckily for us, Leighton knew a witch who was willing to help.
“Alpha Wynn asked me to get her when Lancel and Leon were abducted. We met up with Ezra, and when Shiloh scanned the area, there were two different dark magic signatures.”
Shiloh was a white witch. Her magic came directly from the earth and its elements. Dark magic came from the ether, a spiritual plane of death and chaos. One couldn’t exist without the other—their laws dictated balance among all things.
But one thing remained true for all witches: the magic was only as strong as the wielder. Shiloh was one of the strongest white witches in generations. She was a legacy—the prophesied daughter of one of the last pure-blooded white witch families. She held the knowledge of all her ancestors before her—a hive mind of memory and magic that made her one of the most dangerous witches ever to walk the earth. The white witches had tried to ally with Hidden Creek before, using Shiloh as a bargaining chip, but the former Alpha refused. He was too wrapped up in his hatred to see past what they were. Exposing her had the opposite effect, and he grew more wary. Not much was known about the inner workings of witches, but there was no doubt about how strong she was.
It wasn’t clear how Leighton met her or when they became so close.
“We’re heading to the medical building now,” Shiloh said.
