I hate to admit it, but someone in my own pack might be the culprit. Someone had broken into my office before, and even then I clung to the hope it wasn’t one of them. I convinced myself it was some freak coincidence—an outsider, a random mistake. But now it’s all too clear.

And yet, I don’t understand what they hope to gain by doing this.

My grandfather’s note laid the curse and prophecy bare. Taking a mate is the key to breaking the curse. If they are following my father’s twisted ...