NYRA
This was the third time.
The third time a message like this slid into my phone like a knife under the skin.
(Unknown: Stop searching for Tyler or you’ll weep over Claire.)
My fingers shook as I read it again, then again, like the words would change if I stared long enough. They didn’t. They only sat there, heavy, breathing threats.
The first message had been different, softer almost clever.
(Unknown: I know where Claire is. Lena has been lying to me.)
That one had scared me for a different reason. I had thought it was Alpha Tristan. I had panicked, because Lena didn’t want him to know where Claire was yet. Not until everything was settled. Not until it was safe and I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin that. I had even deleted the message after reading it, like that could erase
