Aria’s mind raced as she followed Liam back to the packhouse, their footsteps muffled by the forest floor. The traitors’ words echoed in her ears, each syllable another crack in the fragile sense of security she’d managed to hold onto.
“Klaus has spies in the pack,” she whispered, the weight of the revelation pressing down on her.
Liam didn’t respond immediately, his expression grim. His silence unnerved her more than his anger ever could.
Finally, as the packhouse came into view, he stopped and turned to her, his hand brushing against hers in a fleeting moment of comfort.
“We need to be careful,” he said. “If Klaus has his claws in our own people, we can’t trust anyone—not even the elders.”
The implication struck her like a blow. The elders were supposed to be the foundation of the p
