Jefferson's POV
Elisabeth had been correct in her assessment.
A single alpha's death could be dismissed as misfortune. Two deaths might constitute an unfortunate coincidence.
Three deaths, however, formed an undeniable pattern - one that spelled catastrophe for our species. Someone was systematically hunting alphas, extracting their hearts in what appeared to be a twisted ritual. If this continued, the delicate hierarchy that maintained order among our kind would collapse entirely. As king, maintaining that balance fell squarely on my shoulders, a burden I neither wanted nor could abandon.
