Lynn's POV

Warren sits back. Processing. "What about Naomi? Lynn's mother?"

Greyson's face darkens. "That was Shirley too."

"Shirley convinced Naomi to shoot my mother," I say quietly. My voice shakes. "With a poisoned arrow. I went back to Fire Moon. To the hospital. And I smelled—" My throat closes. "I smelled Alpha wolf on my mother's wounds. Naomi's scent."

Warren's expression sharpens. He didn't know this part.

"I thought you ordered it," I whisper to ...