Seline
I feel stupid for trusting a wolf.
I don’t know why Loyd did what he did, but after Austin left, I asked him to send me the recording. It took Lacy just under a couple of hours to figure out that the entire audio had been stitched together.
“I mean, if I had the original, it would be easier,” my friend admitted. “But if you isolate the background sounds, it’s pretty obvious.”
To do all of that, Loyd must have had someone follow Austin around.
Why would he do this, though? I recall his insistence that I come to his den. Not once, but twice.
Something is not right here.
I consider calling up Mr. Hamrington to let him know of this, but I stop myself. I don’t know anything for sure yet. I end up dropping him a voicemail that I have some concerns about this new wolf Alpha.
