# CHAPTER 65: THE TRAITOR
The evidence arrives.
Jason's contact. Comes through. Two hours. Before the DNA results. Are expected.
A file. Digital. Encrypted. But crackable. By the pack's. Tech specialist.
Alana sits. In the war room. With Alexander. Derek. William. Morgan. Gideon. Vivian. The inner circle. Waiting.
*The file. Opens.*
*Catherine Reed. Autopsy report. Photos. Evidence log. Everything. Preserved. For 15 years.*
*But something is wrong.*
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"This doesn't match." William's voice. Tight. "The autopsy. Says she died. From blunt force trauma. Consistent with a fall. But the photos..."
*The photos. Show something else. Bruises. On her wrists. On her neck. Not consistent. With a fall.*
"Someone grabbed her. Held her. Before she died." Derek's voice. Rough. "That's not. An accident."
*Or suicide. The truth. Different. From what Alexander. Believed.*
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"Look at this." Morgan points. To the evidence log. "DNA samples. Collected from. Under her fingernails. Skin cells. From her attacker."
*The evidence. That Moore. Is using. To build. Her case.*
"Has it been tested?"
*She flips. Through the file. Finds. The answer.*
"Not yet. But the warrant. Is for Alexander's DNA. To compare. With this sample."
*If it matches. He's finished.*
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"We need to test it. First." Alana decides. "Before the police. Do."
"How? We don't have. Access to. The original sample."
*No. But we have. This file. And the pack. Has resources. Labs. Scientists. People who can. Run the test. Privately.*
"Do it." Alexander orders. "Get it done. Before Moore. Gets results."
*The race. Beginning. Against time. Against evidence. Against truth.*
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But something else. Catches Alana's eye.
A note. In the file. Handwritten. By the original. Investigating officer.
*"Subject showed signs of struggle. Defensive wounds on hands. Trace evidence of silver particles on clothing. Case referred to special unit. Then closed. No explanation."*
*Silver. On her clothing.*
*Werewolf connection. Even then. Someone knew.*
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"Special unit." Vivian reads. Over her shoulder. "What does that mean?"
*A unit. That deals. With supernatural cases. Within the police. Or the government.* William's voice. Heavy. *We've suspected. For years. That humans. Have been watching. Our kind.*
*The hunters. The investigators. The ones who maintain. The balance. Or try to.*
"This goes deeper. Than Moore. Than this case." Alana's voice. Quiet. Realizing. "She's not just. Investigating a murder. She's investigating. Us."
*The human problem. More complex. Than anyone. Realized.*
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The meeting. Breaks up.
People scatter. To tasks. To duties. To panic.
But Alana stays. In the war room. Staring. At the file.
*Something. Else. Wrong.*
*The evidence. Too convenient. The timing. Too perfect. After all these years. Someone. Dug it up. Gave it to Moore. Why?*
*The question. Niggling. At the back. Of her mind.*
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She reaches. Through the bond. To the network. Searching. For the dark thread. Again.
*The hidden presence. The deception. Still there. Still masked. Still watching.*
*But now. She notices. Something. New.*
*The dark thread. Is... afraid. The fear. Bleeding through. Despite the masking.*
*Someone. Is scared. Of being found. Of what's coming.*
*The fear. A weakness. That can be. Exploited.*
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The next morning.
The pack gathers. For another. Vote. On whether. To stay. Or leave.
Alana stands. Before them. Feeling. Each presence. Through the bond.
*The division. Still there. The uncertainty. Still present.*
*But something. Else. Now.*
*As she speaks. As she addresses. The crowd. She watches. Through the bond.*
*Looking. For reactions. Looking. For the fear. Looking. For the one. Who doesn't. Belong.*
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She talks. About options. About risks. About choices.
*Most listen. With open minds. Open hearts. Weighing. Deciding.*
*But one presence. Through the bond. Is... closed. Shielded. Trying. To hide.*
*The dark thread. Identified. By its fear. And its isolation.*
*Who?*
*She follows. The thread. Through the network. Tracing. Its source.*
*Not a name. Not a face. But a location. The eastern corridor. Where the wounded. Were housed. During the battle.*
*Someone. There. Is the traitor.*
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The meeting. Ends. Without resolution. Again.
But Alana. Now knows. Where to look.
*She signals. To Alexander. Through the bond. Sharing. What she found.*
*His eyes. Widen. Then narrow. With determination.*
*They move. Together. Toward. The eastern corridor.*
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The corridor. Is quiet.
Most of the wounded. Have healed. Moved on. Only a few. Remain.
Alana walks. Through the hallway. Feeling. Each presence. Through the bond.
*Here. The thread. Is stronger. The fear. More palpable.*
*Someone. In these rooms. Is hiding. Something.*
*She stops. At a door. The thread. Leading. Inside.*
*A name. Comes to her. Through the network. Elena.*
*No. Not Elena. She's dead. Another name. Similiar. Selene.*
*A young wolf. New to the pack. Joined. Only months ago. After the battle. With the demon.*
*One of many. Refugees. From other packs. Seeking. Safety. In numbers.*
*And now. A suspect.*
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She knocks.
The door. Opens.
A young woman. Dark hair. Pale skin. Nervous eyes.
"Luna." Her voice. Shakes. "Can I. Help you?"
*Through the bond. The fear. Overwhelming. The guilt. Bleeding through.*
*This is her. The dark thread. The traitor.*
*But why?*
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Alana steps inside. Closes the door. Behind her.
"We need. To talk. Selene."
*The girl. Flinches. At her name.*
"About what?"
"About who you really are. And who you're. Working for."
*The accusation. Hanging. In the air.*
*Selene's face. Crumbles.*
"I don't know. What you're—"
"Please." Alana's voice. Softens. "I can feel it. Through the bond. The fear. The guilt. The lies." She steps closer. "Tell me. Why."
*The question. Not angry. Not threatening. Just... asking.*
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Selene. Breaks.
Tears. Streaming. Down her face.
"They have. My brother." She sobs. "My real brother. Not pack. Human. They took him. Months ago. Said they'd kill him. If I didn't. Cooperate."
*The reason. Terrible. Understandable.*
"Who?"
"Men. In suits. Government. I think. They knew. About me. About what I am. They threatened. Everyone I loved." She collapses. Onto her bed. "I didn't want. To betray. Anyone. But I couldn't. Let him die."
*The choice. Impossible. Between family. And pack. Between love. And duty.*
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Alana sits. Beside her.
"Tell me. Everything."
*And Selene. Does.*
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"They approached me. After the battle. With the demon." Selene's voice. Is broken. But steady now. "They knew. About the attack. Before it happened. They knew. About the key. About the temple. About everything."
*Inside information. From the highest levels.*
"They said. They were. The Special Unit. A government agency. That monitors. Supernaturals. They wanted. Information. About the pack. About the bond. About you."
*About me. The Luna. The prophecy. The key.*
"What did you. Tell them?"
"Everything. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Selene's voice. Breaks. "I told them. About the merger. About the network. About the vote. About the division."
*The information. That could. Destroy them. In human hands.*
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"Is there. Anyone else? Working with you?"
*Selene shakes. Her head.*
"I don't know. They mentioned. Other assets. Other sources. But I never. Met them. Never knew. Who they were."
*Other traitors. Still hidden. Still watching.*
"The signal. During the attack. Was that you?"
*No. I wasn't. Here yet. I joined. After the battle." Selene's eyes. Widen. "There's someone else?"
"Yes." Alana's voice. Is grim. "Someone else. Is still. Out there."
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"The detective. Moore." Selene continues. "She's one of them. Not just. Investigating. But part. Of the Special Unit. She's been. Building a case. For years. Waiting. For the right moment. To expose. All of you."
*Moore. Not just a detective. But an agent. Of something bigger.*
"What do they want?"
"You." Selene's voice. Drops. "They want. The Luna of Two Worlds. They want. To study. The prophecy. The bond. The power. They believe. You could be. A weapon. Or a threat. They want. To control. Or eliminate. You."
*The human problem. Not about justice. Not about murder. About fear. And power. And control.*
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Alana stands.
Her mind. Racing. The revelation. Changing everything.
*Moore. The Special Unit. Other traitors. The human threat. All connected. All targeting. Her. Her pack. Her family.*
"Thank you. For telling me."
"What happens. Now?" Selene's voice. Trembles. "Are you. Going to. Kill me?"
*The question. Honest. Fearful.*
Alana looks at her. This girl. Who betrayed them. Out of love. For her brother.
*What would a Luna. Do? What should. She do?*
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"No." Alana's voice. Is firm. "I'm not. Going to kill you."
*Selene's eyes. Widen. In surprise.*
"But you will. Help us. Find the others. Stop the Special Unit. Save your brother. And yourself."
"How?"
"By doing. What they asked. But differently. Giving them. Information. That we control. Misdirection. Confusion. And when the time. Is right. We strike back."
*The plan. Forming. In her mind.*
"You'll be. Our double agent. Feeding them. Lies. While we learn. Their secrets."
*Selene's face. Shows. Hope. For the first time.*
"You'd trust me? After what. I did?"
*No. But I'll use you. And maybe. In time. Trust can be. Rebuilt.*
"I'm giving you. A chance. To make amends. Take it. Or don't. Your choice."
*The offer. Extended. The consequence. Left. Unsaid.*
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"I'll do it." Selene's voice. Steadies. "Whatever it takes. To make this right."
*Good. Then we start. Now.*
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Alana leaves.
The weight. Of the revelation. Pressing. Down on her.
*Moore. Not a detective. An agent. The Special Unit. Not an urban legend. A real threat. And other traitors. Still hidden. Within the pack.*
*The human problem. Bigger. Than she imagined.*
*But now. She knows. What she's facing. And she has. A weapon. Of her own.*
*Through the bond. She reaches. To Alexander. To the others.*
*We found one. But there are more. And the detective. Is not. What she seems.*
*The network. Responds. With shock. With fear. With determination.*
*Together. They would face. This new threat.*
*Together.*
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That night.
Alana sits. With Alexander. In their room.
"The human world. Is closing in." She says. Quietly.
"Yes."
"And the pack. Is still divided."
"Yes."
"And we still. Don't have. The DNA results."
"No."
*The problems. Piling up. The solutions. Still unclear.*
*But something. Had changed.*
*Now they knew. What they faced. And they had. A plan.*
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"Tomorrow." Alexander says. "We confront Moore. Expose her. For what she is."
*Yes. But carefully. If we reveal. That we know. About the Special Unit. They'll know. We have. A source inside.*
*Then we wait. Until we have. More information.*
*The decision. Made. Patience. Over impulse.*
*The wolf. In Alana. Growling. At the delay. But the human. Understanding. The necessity.*
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"Three days." Alana says. "Give Selene. Three days. To learn. What she can. Then we act."
*Alexander nods.*
"Three days."
*The timeline. Set. The clock. Ticking.*
*Three days. To save. Her mate. Her pack. Her future.*
*The Luna of Two Worlds. Facing. The challenge. She was born for.*
*Whatever the cost.*
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**END OF CHAPTER 65**
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