Chapter 577: The Spy Amongst Them

Alpha Caspian was on a rampage tonight, and right now, Finn—Alaric’s beta—was the next unfortunate soul caught in his wrath.

"So, where were you all this while?"

He interrogated him with a glare so sharp it could cut through bone, his tone carrying the promise of violence if he didn’t like the answer.

Finn swallowed. "I was back at Lunaris Academy."

"Back at Lunaris Academy when Alaric was in danger?" Caspian fired at him.

Finn shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "With all due respect, Alpha Caspian, Alaric has always been a bit of a loner and never wanted me to follow him around. That was his wish."

He rushed to add, "I could count the number of times Alaric has gone off the radar and come back in one piece. Moreover, someone had to be around to put the pack in order."

"Really? Is that so?" Caspian’s voice grew icier. "So you left him alone simply because he commanded you to? Or was it because you enjoyed playing leader at Lunaris, holding the pack together there, rather than being concerned about my son’s welfare?"

"I was concerned, sir!" Finn shouted immediately, panic creeping into his tone. "I did ask about Alaric, and Luna Zara told me everything was fine."

"Your Alpha returned all the way back to the North pack and you didn’t bother following him. Nor did you send even a delta to find out what was happening."

Caspian’s gaze hardened, his words merciless. "To me, this reeks of negligence."

"No, no, Alpha Caspian, that’s not—"

"Your position as my son’s beta will be reviewed," Caspian cut him off coldly. "A better one will be chosen for him. Thank you for your service thus far." He marked something off in the book before him with finality.

"No, Alpha Caspian!" Finn dropped to his knees, desperation in his voice. "I can still do better! Just give me one more chance!"

But before he could plead further, two guards stepped forward, seizing him by the arms and dragging him away. His cries echoed in the corridor, but Caspian didn’t flinch, not a single trace of remorse on his face.

It was safe to say that after Caspian was ruthlessly berated by his wife, he was taking the welfare of his pack a little personal.

"Next!" Caspian bellowed, his voice like thunder.

Meanwhile, Finn—now stripped of his position as Beta—slipped away to a dark corner of the packhouse that night.

He glanced around carefully, his eyes wary. When he was certain no one was in view, he pulled out his phone and dialed a particular number.

The line rang for what felt like forever. Just as it seemed the call would never go through, it connected.

"I’m out," Finn said immediately.

"What do you mean you’re out?" the other voice demanded, rough with irritation.

"The incident ruined everything," Finn spat, frustration dripping from his tone. "I’ve been demoted. I’m no longer Beta. Which means I won’t be able to get as much information as before."

A tense silence followed on the other end of the line.

And yes, the mysterious voice belonged to none other than Patrick.

What no one in the pack suspected was that the quiet, loyal Finn, was the little spy who had been feeding Patrick scraps of information this entire time.

"What are you going to do now that I’ve lost my position?" Finn demanded, frustration in his voice. "What could you possibly do now? You promised me that working for you would grant my family and me great power in the end. I’ve done everything you ever asked of me, and this is where I end up?"

Patrick’s voice came calm and cold, ignoring Finn’s outburst. "What is the situation at the pack right now?"

Finn gritted his teeth. It was always like this with Patrick, he offered no comforts at all, just commands.

"It’s total chaos," Finn said bitterly. "Zara is imprisoned. Alaric and Violet are in the middle of mating fever, while Alpha Caspian’s tearing through everyone."

He muttered under his breath, almost a growl, "For years, he’s been more invested in his tech toys and experiments than the pack itself. Now, suddenly, he decides to play Alpha?"

But Patrick did not care about Finn’s outburst, saying instead, "I want you—"

He never finished because Finn heard a sudden clatter ring out in the distance and got distracted.

Finn’s head snapped toward the sound, his werewolf ears twitching instinctively. His entire body went taut, a growl building in his throat. Someone was there and had probably been listening to the conversation.

His pulse was pounding as he moved slowly, his muscle coiled tight. If he was exposed, it would ruin everything.

Finn rounded the corner in one swift motion, ready to strike, only to freeze when a rat scurried across the floor and disappeared into a crack in the wall.

He let out a deep breath, forcing his racing heart to calm. Still, he wasn’t entirely convinced and his keen eyes swept the darkness, searching thoroughly.

After a tense moment of finding nothing else, he finally relaxed. However, just to be safe, he checked a few more areas before turning back, this time heading straight for the main path. He wasn’t foolish enough to linger.

As his footsteps faded, a soft thud sounded from the top of the stone wall, as a small figure hopped down with stunning agility.

It was Hannah.

She crouched low, clutching the necklace around her throat as her chest heaved with relief. The entire time she had been holding her breath, praying Finn wouldn’t notice her.

For once, she was grateful to have witches as siblings, especially for the artifact that hid her presence. Without it, she would have been caught for sure.

"Thank you, Ziva," she muttered under her breath, even though that sister of hers was a total bitch.

Straightening, she cast one last glance in the direction Finn had gone before melting back into the darkness, her mind already racing with what she had just overheard.

Following Violet purple was not easy because danger seem to be her middle name.