Candice.
“Who the hell is Sara?” Killian asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade.
Rowan leaned back in his chair, calm as ever, one hand resting beside the white envelope like he’d been saving it for years. “An Omega who used to live right here in this Pack house. Six years ago. Records say she died in the rogue attack on the eastern clinic.” His eyes stayed locked on me. “But I’m starting to think those records might be wrong.”
Investigator Hale’s pen stopped moving. “That’s a serious allegation, Elder Rowan. I’d be very careful before you throw something like that around.”
“I’m quite certain,” Rowan said smoothly, still watching me. “I’ve been certain since the moment she walked through the gates.” He tapped the envelope once. “Shall we open it and see?”
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