chapter fifty eight

Third person POV

Nathaniel clutched the paper, his frown etched with worry, as the weight of responsibility settled heavily upon his shoulders. His body screamed in protest, weakened by illness, but he knew he had no choice. The fate of his pack hung precariously in the balance.

"I need you to get rid of the head," Nathaniel instructed Lena, his voice laced with a mix of disgust, urgency, and a hint of desperation.

Their cover was blown, brutally exposed by Halo's gruesome gift – the Mole's severed head, a chilling message that sent shivers down Nathaniel's spine.

Nathaniel's mind reeled, attempting to grasp the implications. Halo had known they were onto him, yet he'd waited, biding his time like a predator stalking its prey.

Why?

Was it to toy with Nathaniel, or was there a deeper motive? A hidden agenda?

With effort, Nathaniel forced his weary legs to move back to his room, each step a testament to his unyielding determination.

Rest was crucial; the battle ahead would be fierce, a