Leo's POV
Andrea’s face said it all. She was hiding something. My wolf, Skillz, growled low in my mind, his voice brimming with impatience.
“She knows something,” he rumbled. “Let’s just beat it out of her if she won’t talk.”
“We’re not savages, Skillz,” I shot back. But even I couldn’t deny that Andrea was lying. The way her eyes shifted, the slight hesitation in her voice—it all pointed to one thing.
I took a slow, measured breath, keeping my tone calm but firm. “Andrea, have you heard of the Black Knife?”
Her head snapped up, and for a brief second, something flickered in her eyes—fear? Recognition? She masked it quickly, shaking her head. “No,” she said too quickly, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry for startling you both.” She rubbed her head like she was trying to ward o
