The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Someone in the pack. Someone I trusted. Someone who had access to our territory, our routines, our weaknesses.

Someone who wanted Lily dead.

Before Marcus could elaborate, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the great room. The elders were returning, their faces grim with purpose.

Behind them walked Kayla, her expression triumphant.

My blood turned to ice.

"Alpha," Henrik's voice carried the weight of ...