Amelia POV

“A mole?” I asked again, just to make sure I’d heard her right.

The word felt poisonous in my mouth.

It felt like even just saying it aloud might summon the danger faster.

Jane didn’t soften her expression this time.

She didn’t bother to pretend this was anything less than what it was.

“Yes,” she said. “A mole is in the pack.”

The space between us seemed to shrink, the walls pressing closer as if the pack house itself was listening. Her eyes held mine, ...