Word doesn't stay contained in a pack, not truth this large, and I understood, walking out of that study with Rhys's hand still loosely holding mine, that we had a decision to make faster than either of us probably wanted to make.
"The council needs to know," Rhys said, once we'd found somewhere quiet to sit with the weight of everything still settling between us. "Not the whole pack, not yet.
But Idris already knows, and if Cassian Thorne is close enough to suspecting the truth to be writing letters about it, we can't afford to have our own council working half-blind while an enemy already understands more than we do."
"They're not going to believe it easily," I said. "I could barely believe it some mornings, and I lived it."
"They'll believe it from me," he said, with a certainty th
