The aftermath of the ambush on Felix had turned into a circus, and I was the unwilling spectator. Seeing him in that hospital bed yesterday, I’d felt a flicker of guilt, assuming the Vaughn Circle—my brothers—had finally snapped. Janice Hale, however, wasn't letting the mystery go."I’ve summoned the Enforcers from the High Council," she declared, her eyes red-rimmed but sharp. "We’ll see what the law says when they investigate this blood-debt."My stomach did a slow roll. "You called the Enforcers?""Of course! My son’s leg is shattered. They’ll be here within the hour." She turned to Felix, shoving a notepad toward his bandaged hands. "Felix, if your jaw is too swollen to shift or speak, write it down. Who ambushed you in the dark?"Felix hesitated, his fingers trembling over the pen. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something more than pain—it was calculation. He remembered the van, the dark alleyway, and the masked wolf who had whispered, “Stay away from his wif
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