"Understood." Helena makes a note. "Morgan will coordinate with Delta Kyle on security protocols."
The meeting continues for another hour, documenting evidence, planning the reveal strategy, and assigning roles. By the time it ends, my head is pounding and my stomach is churning with a combination of morning sickness and emotional overload.
Kade catches me as I'm leaving. "Are you okay?"
"I just saw documentation of my mother's murder and learned I was marked for harvesting before I could even walk. So no, I'm not okay." The words come out harsher than intended. "Sorry. I know you're dealing with the same thing."
"We can not be okay together." He offers his arm, and after a moment's hesitation, I take it. "Want to go somewhere quiet? Away from pack politics and murder documentation?"
