Chapter Seventy
Logan’s POV
We walk back into the packhouse, with Trina in Jake's arms, bridal style, navigating through the trees while his mate moves beside him, offering her support at intervals. Beth takes the middle, and Anne and I follow at the rear, our voices hushed. Despite the fact that I want to be the one carrying Trina away from this, that I want to be busy taking care of her and ensuring this never happens again, I pry my thoughts away from her, to the woman by my side.
“I told you,” she whispers, shaking her head insistently. “There’s something not adding up here. How are there two doors opened when no one else has access to the keys other than you and Jake? I don’t get it. First, it was Alpha Aiden’s study where she claimed to have wandered out of sheer boredom. Now, her
