POV: Bea Sharpe

The text from Helena came at 6:30 AM.

Can't sleep. Keep thinking about something I need to tell you about Ben. Something from that night eight years ago that I never mentioned. Can we meet for coffee at 7 AM? This is important.

I stared at the message, my wolf growling with suspicion. Helena and I had talked extensively about that night already. She'd explained her role in Don Pedro's scheme, apologized for the manipulation, promised to never interfere again.

So why was she ...