“Yes.”
“Mom—”
“I took samples first,” she continued smoothly. “Hair. Enough to trace pack origin. Whoever sent them made a mistake.”
Alexander exhaled through his nose. “You still shouldn’t have touched the scene. I already called Derek.”
That made her glance at him.
“When?”
“On my way here,” he said. “He’s Blood Crescent. He can run a private investigation, but it still needs to be clean. Police will have to be involved.”
Helen’s expression hardened.
“I’m not relying on the police for this,” she said flatly. “Someone was bold enough to come for my son’s pregnant mate in my home. I’m handling this the old fashioned way.”
Alexander opened his mouth to argue—
But footsteps interrupted them.
Two men appeared at the top of the stairs, carrying cleaning supplies. They moved with conf
