74. The Unmasking
Norman
For the third time now, after speaking to Brak, I had tried to reach the real Salt through our mind-link. But once again, I failed. That alone confirmed it, this woman standing in front of me pretending to be weak was not Salt.
If she had been, she would have asked why I was trying to reach her through the link while she was right here. But she did not. She just stood there, smiling in a way that did not reach her eyes. Salt would have known my fake smile in an instant. She always did.
This was not Salt. And that only meant one thing, my pack had been infiltrated. But by who? That was the question burning in my mind. And I intended to find out soon enough.
I rose slowly from the chair, keeping that same false smile on my face. I straightened my jacket, forcing
