***JADE***

I could feel it in my bones that something wasn’t right about Blake’s claim — that he was in possession of the Dagger of Myra. My wolf stirred under my skin as he spoke. Every word felt too smooth, too rehearsed. My eyes stayed narrowed on him throughout the entire meeting, waiting for the slightest crack in his voice or his story. But there was none. Either he was a great liar, or he truly did have the dagger. For now, I would wait and watch — that’s what a wise wolf ...