It was the fact that he was working under Caius.
How had Caius managed to make someone like this an ally?
That was the part that didn't add up.
How Caius managed to make someone like him an ally—that was what I was more curious about.
"Caius is dead… That means he's lost his innate skill, doesn't it?"
Raghul's voice cut in, quieter than the others, but far more intent. The way he said it wasn't out of shock or grief—it was calculating, like he was already looking past what had happened and thinking about what he could gain from it.
"Don't get any ideas, Brood," the female snapped, her tone sharp, trying to shut him down before he could say more.
It didn't work.
Raghul's lips curled into a slow smile, the kind that didn't hide anything. Whatever he was thinking, it wasn't good.
I didn't bother entertaining it.
Instead, I pushed myself up, rising to my feet despite the lingering fatigue, steadying my stance as I did.
That alone was enough to shift their attention.
