Freya's grip tightened around her phone as Matt's voice continued.
"I’m mailing your mom’s things to you right away. You’d better take this introduction seriously. Your sister’s getting impatient."
This time, his tone was ice cold, filled with disgust. He didn't even bother to fake civility anymore.
Freya remained silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Where were you the night my mother died?"
"...I've told you many times. Your mother wasn't feeling well that evening, so I went to check on her."
"You left at eight, but didn't return to the pack territory until eleven."
Freya remembered clearly that her mother had been in the car accident shortly after nine o'clock. The taxi she'd been riding in had been speeding and crashed into a truck parked on the roadside.
