Olivia's POV
The prisoner was trembling now, the threat of me finding his daughter having broken the last of his iron will. He looked up at us, his eyes wet with tears and blood.
"Start talking," I commanded, my voice cold and sharp. "Who sent you?"
The man swallowed hard, a rattling sound in his throat. "The leader... the Rogue King. He sent us for revenge. He wanted the heads of the Trinity because of what you did to his mate."
I frowned, looking back at my husbands. "His mate?"
Lennox stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the prisoner. "We haven't killed a high-ranking rogue female in years. Who are you talking about?"
"The one you beheaded," the man whispered. "Four years ago. Annabella."
The name hit the room like a physical blow.
"Annabella?" Lennox growled, his eyes flashing with rage. "She was the only one. She was a traitor to the pack. We executed her for trying to kill Olivia and shooting Levi."
