Chapter 39
I spent the morning pretending everything was normal while my mind raced with the implications of what I'd found. Silver Pack scent markers at the attack site—deliberately placed, strategically positioned. Someone wanted us to find them.
The question was, who?
By afternoon, I couldn't stand the uncertainty anymore. I needed answers, and there was only one person in the compound who might have them.
Eliza.
I found her in the administrative wing, reviewing what looked like territorial maps spread across a large table. She glanced up when I entered, her expression shifting from neutral to wary.
“Clara. How are you recovering from the attack?”
“Cut the diplomatic crap,” I said, closing the door behind me. “We need to talk about Silver Pack's involvement.”
Her eyebrows rose.
