Ava's POV
The weight of the Raven's most recent message hovered over us like a black cloud. The traitor is nearer than you would believe. Trust none. Her words had stirred something deep inside the pack, setting off a subtle fear—the kind that roots in the mind and spreads. Everywhere I turned, I found faces full of mistrust and warriors who had battled side by side suddenly questioning one another.
It was precisely what she yearned for. And I refused to let her triumph.
Surrounded by maps and strewn reports, Jackson and I stood in the middle of the packhouse and felt as though we were lacking something really vital, something that would lead us straight to the traitor. Who, though? We had been cautious, holding our misgivings inside a small circle. Still, every face I encountered begge
