My heart slammed against my ribs. The bathroom suddenly felt smaller. Airless.
Sarah locked the door behind her. The click echoed off the tiles.
“You,” I said. Voice steadier than my hands. “You’ve been sending the messages.”
“A few others and I who understand what’s at stake.” She moved closer. Heels clicking on marble. “You really thought Marcus was working alone? That Sterling was the only one who wanted you gone?”
“Who else?” I backed up. Hit the sink. Nowhere to go.
“Does it matter? There are enough of us. Wolves who remember the old ways. Who won’t let a human destroy centuries of tradition?” Her smile was vicious. “You should have quit when you had the chance.”
Through the bond, I reached for Lycian. Sent panic. Fear. Bathroom. Sarah. Help.
His response was immediate. Fury an
