Alina’s POV
I stared at the tracker in my palm, its tiny red light blinking like a malevolent eye, and felt the world tilt sideways.
Someone on the inside had been tracking me. Someone we trusted, someone with access to my belongings, someone who’d walked beside us through this nightmare while secretly feeding information to people who wanted me dead.
“Ronan,” I called out, my voice surprisingly steady despite the panic clawing at my throat. “Ronan, I need you. Like now.”
He appeared within seconds, Maddox right behind him. Both took one look at my face and went on high alert.
“What happened?” Ronan demanded.
I held up the tracker wordlessly. I watched their expressions shift from confusion to understanding to cold, lethal fury.
“Where did you find that?” Ronan asked, his voice dead
