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Two days later Landon Landon stood at the center of the room, holding a conference with his pack members. He looked stern and angry. A room cluttered with sharp blades of all lengths and sizes, metal spikes, shears, hammers, and pliers. It only depicted three things – blood, pain, and screams. Landon had never used the room for any member of his pack, but today they pushed him to the wall. He had just returned from a failed attack on Nicolai. He had learned that Nicolai had changed territories, leaving behind a few guards and traps, and he had lost some of his best warriors. He suspected that Nicolai had been tipped off by someone from his own pack. Someone who had betrayed him and sold their secrets to the enemy. Someone who was in this very room. He scanned the faces of his pack m