Razor POV:
Baylor ran ahead at our fathers’ orders to prepare the room we would be questioning her in. I couldn’t feel her wolf with her, but her scent told me she was a wolf shifter. With how much we knew about her pack or ex pack we had to be careful. They played dirty and we had just ended their attacks on just a year after they killed Georgia and her daughter Finley. Whoever this is was left out of the loop or was trying to gaslight us.
‘I don’t know. Something feels…off.’ My wolf, Knight, said as he paced in my head. ‘She doesn’t feel like she was lying and she was scared. It wasn’t an act. There is something about her.’
“Zip it, Knight. She was acting and you are just upset you bought it hook, line, and sinker.” I growled at him shifting her around on my shoulder.
‘Keep that up
