The doubt festered.
Elara went through the motions of her days—healing in the hut, eating with the pack, sleeping beside Damon—but her mind was elsewhere, circling endlessly around Mira's words.
*Someone inside the pack. Someone close to you.*
It couldn't be Caleb. She knew him. Loved him. Had given herself to him completely. He'd saved her life more times than she could count. He'd fought the Red Claw with a fury that bordered on madness.
But the doubt remained.
On the third day after Mira's revelation, Finn came to her again.
"Luna." His voice was low, urgent. "I need to show you something."
He led her away from the pack, to a small clearing at the edge of the territory. In the center, hidden under a pile of leaves, was a pack—Red Claw markings, unmistakable.
Elara's blood ran co
