Chapter 163 The Weight Of Twenty-one Years

• VICENTE’S POV
• The corridors of the high-security facility holding the human conspirators were cold, smelling of clinical paint, ancient stone, and the heavy, damp rot of old secrets. There were only two days left before my companions and I were scheduled to board our transport back to Spain.
• The territorial matters regarding the pack's direct threats had already been dealt with and filed away into the historical ledger. The perimeter was safe, the crown on my granddaughter's head was secure, and yet, there was still one loose thread in the dark that required my personal touch. A human debt that needed a final reckoning.