Marybeth
The worst part about suspicion wasn't the doubt. It was the waiting. The endless, exhausting waiting. Waiting for proof. Waiting for certainty. Waiting for the moment when instinct finally transformed into fact.
I'd spent weeks living in that space. Weeks watching pieces slowly fall into place. The scent on Seraphina. Lucian … the now alpha of the pack that disappeared after high school and reappeared out of nowhere.
I had been asking around about him, but I was careful not to raise suspicion. I needed to be very careful not to let people think that I might be a traitor. I checked the compromised routes. The restricted meeting. The attacks.
Every clue pointed in the same direction. Yet none of them proved anything. The only connection between Lucian and Seraphina was a rumo
