And the third strange thing, the thing that stops me cold in the library with my notebook open in front of me, is that when I search that name, that estate, that family, cross-referenced with everything Evan's told me about where he comes from, the pieces don't just fit. They lock.
Because the estate belongs to a bloodline. An old one. A powerful one. The kind of pack that produces Alphas and heirs and arranged marriages and the whole brutal machinery Evan described. And it's not a stranger's pack. It's connected to his. Tied to it by blood and marriage and the long tangled history that old powerful families always have, the alliances and the rivalries and the feuds that go back generations.
The money that's been hunting Evan comes from a family tied to Evan's own.
Not a rival pack from
