Chapter 49
The weight of everything—the traitor revelation, Alice's warning, Jason's fears—pressed down on me as Mason and I finally went to his room. My head was spinning with all the political chess moves and hidden threats.
“I feel like we're drowning in conspiracies,” I said, collapsing onto his couch. “Every time we think we understand what's happening, someone drops another bomb.”
Mason poured two glasses of whiskey and handed me one. “We'll figure it out. We have to.”
“But who can we trust? If there's really a traitor in our pack…" I took a sip, the alcohol burning away some of my anxiety. “God, Mason, what if it's someone we rely on? Someone close to us?”
He sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. “Then we handle it. Together.”
“Together.” I leaned against his sh
