Simile lay next to Emily. They’d all finally gotten to bed after twelve and after a shower and crawling into bed, they’d just held each other. Emily had fallen asleep soon after, and Simile had stroked her hair, was still stroking her hair. She was worried. This new development with the Silver Moon pack and their alpha, not to mention the Custos, was another complication they didn’t need. Finding who had sent that letter and who was threatening the Custos was something they didn’t have time for. What she was really worried about was that the person who sent the letter and the person threatening her own mate and lover were the same. Diego was just crazy enough to do something like that. But it smelled off, something was not right. And she hated the fact that she couldn’t put her finger on i
