ALICE POV
Harmony. Her name alone made my blood simmer. There was no way in hell that her hands were clean in all this. The death of Grayson was too convenient, too messy. And Brittany? Lying unconscious in the pack hospital, supposedly a victim of Grayson’s brutality? That didn’t add up either. If Grayson really needed them—Harmony, her mother, and Brittany—as bargaining chips to trade with the rogues, why would he brutalize Brittany like that?
I crossed my arms tightly as I walked through the packhouse, my mind racing with questions that had no clear answers. Grayson had been rotting away in that dungeon for days, losing strength and spirit. There was no way he’d had the energy or physical ability to inflict such serious wounds. Yet there Brittany was—barely breathing, with no signs
