Chapter 40: The Thinking Cap

Kazamir's POV

One glance at the note, and I knew it was forged. That was not Elean's handwriting. It is either his cover had been blown, or perhaps, he'd join hands with Orvyn. I cannot be fooled. A century and a decade alive had taught me better than letting little pointers go unchecked.

"This is not from Elean. The indentations of his handwriting has been altered. Something must have happened to him." I said to the scouts that brought me the note.

A couple of weeks later, my enforcers met me in my chamber to have a closed door meeting with me. I let Drustian skip this one. He was busy training the men at the bailey. The clanging or metal and the charge of frosty exertions frizzled my nerves to no end.

Alpha Cassian would think me a big fool, if he thought I wasn't aware of the shadow he planted on my heels. But I have a plan of my own. My improved hearing caught every step of Alphonso's feet, tiptoeing behind us. As we speak, his ears are plastered against the door, sifting what