Freya's pov
They all mirrored each other's expression, waiting for me to call a name but that was the problem, it wasn't a name but the name.
“The person,” I paused, eyes darting to their horror-stricken face, “is in the organization,” I revealed. The place fell Into a luminous silence.
“Who is the person?” they asked.
“I don't know whom yet, but I know the person is here as it is the only way that the other packs would gang up or try to come up against the pack. They have someone in here, one of us,” all their faces fell as they darted their eyes from one to another, each bearing a suspicious gaze.
I did likewise, scanning the entire room for the criminal, for the mole within us.
The atmosphere suddenly sank and became one of solitude, peoples thoughts swimming the whole transparent
