The jet’s engines hummed steadily as it climbed into the night sky. Reed sat across from me, silent and brooding, while the warriors farther back kept their emotions under tight control. The folder containing the divorce papers and DNA test rested on my lap, along with Enola’s phone.
No one else would touch these. The evidence of Enola’s crimes, the truth about the twins—these were mine to handle.
Suddenly, the cabin door burst open. Jay stormed inside, his face tight with fury and a phone clutched in his hand.
“Alpha!” he barked, his voice sharp.
I straightened in my seat, my wolf stirring at the urgency in his tone. “Jay, what is it?”
He marched over and thrust the phone toward me. “Enola’s,” he said, his voice low with barely suppressed anger. “We found it. It was unlocked. You nee
