Turns out my arsonist has a logo.
Ronan spread three photographs across the long table in his office — printed off some pack database I didn't ask too many questions about, given everything else I'd learned to accept without asking in the past week — and tapped the middle one with two fingers.
"Vipers," he said. "Formerly Ashgrove's second pack, before the split. Now our closest and most persistent enemy."
I'd asked for this meeting the morning after Killian and I found the bike at the property line, expecting resistance, expecting another round of not tonight, Rae dressed up in different words. Instead Ronan had led me straight to his office without argument, pulled a locked drawer I hadn't known existed, and started laying out everything the pack had on record about the rival club — t
