Greyson regretted how bluntly he said it, but she needed to know enough to understand the danger that they were facing.
“You mean the men with the red triangles?” Her voice shook slightly. A shiver ran down her spine just thinking about them again.
“They’ve been watching our pack and companies for years.” Greyson said.
Evelynn gasped. “Years?!”
Briggs nodded. “Once we realized the company was under surveillance, we started looking backward instead of forward. That’s when we noticed their movements. They have been studying Aaron’s patterns, his routes, our vehicles... They somehow knew his schedule better than we do.”
Evelynn’s hand rose to her throat. The faint scab left by the knife itched beneath her fingertips. “But why? Werewolves keep to themselves.”
Greyson’s jaw tightene
