95

Alexander’s

I stared at the reports spread across my desk, frustration simmering beneath my calm exterior. The failed attempt by the Rogues to frame the Shadow City had triggered a relentless escalation of attacks on my organization. It was a dangerous game they were playing, and I wasn't about to back down. With each passing day, the tension in our underground headquarters grew thicker, like a storm cloud looming on the horizon.

My right-hand man, Ethan, had just delivered the latest update, his expression grave. "They're getting bolder, boss," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "They hit two of our safe houses last night, and we lost a couple of good men."

I clenched my jaw, a familiar fire igniting in my chest. "We can't let them push us around like this, Ethan," I replied, my voice low but resolute. "We need to show them that we won't be intimidated."

Ethan nodded, his trust in my leadership unwavering. "I've also got some worrying news about the werewolves," he continued. "S