The Enemy Within
Ava's POV
The sun bathed to rise above the trees, the cool morning air accompanied by a thin film of fog hovering over the packhouse grounds. Even though the sunrise was beautiful, a weight pressed on my chest. The events of yesterday stayed with me—Evan's confession, the treachery that had struck right into the core of our pack.
Still terrible, though, was the realization Evan had not acted alone. Someone else, far more deadly, was still out there waiting for the ideal chance to attack.
Perched on the brink of the training ground, I watched the fighters sprint through drills. Jackson had mandated more intensive instruction for everybody, getting ready for the known approaching onslaught. We could not afford to be surprised once more. Not with the twins' lives on line
