I've fixed a lot of broken things. I don't know how to fix a broken family.
The burner phone sat on Ronan's desk like something radioactive, its call log open and glowing, dozens of entries stretching back weeks, all connecting to the same Viper number. Mara had traced the phone's location history to a spot near the medical building — close enough to Killian's usual haunts that the implication hung in the room, unspoken but unmistakable, long before anyone said his name out loud.
I'd been called into the office alongside Mara and two other ranked wolves, the same closed circle that had questioned me hours earlier now turned toward a suspect none of them wanted to name. The mood in the room felt entirely different from the earlier accusation against me — less triumphant certainty, more a
