Vorian POV
The handle of the restaurant door was cold beneath my grip as I pushed it open. We hadn’t stopped once since leaving the scene we came straight here to review the footage of the mystery woman. My mind hadn’t stopped racing, especially now that I knew who had stolen those artifacts. There had to be an explanation… there had to be.
I headed straight to my office, pulled off my sweater and flung it onto the couch, then dropped heavily into the chair at my desk. The moment my computer hummed to life, the weight of the situation pressed even harder on my chest.
This kind of kill if it went forward could ignite an all-out war or at the very least stir unrest across the werewolf community. If word got out that the sister of an Alpha was murdered based solely on a grainy security ima
