Gamma Caleb
I stared at the words scrawled across my bathroom mirror.
Welcome back to the packhouse, corpse fucker!
For several seconds, I simply stood there, staring at them.
Who the hell had written that?
And, more importantly, how the hell had they known I was coming back?
Kayden hadn’t exactly advertised his plans. As far as I knew, only a handful of people had been aware that I was being moved back into the packhouse.
So how had someone known?
I glanced around the small bathroom, suddenly feeling far less comfortable than I had a moment earlier.
There was something about the message that bothered me.
It wasn’t just the insult.
It was the timing.
Someone had known I was coming.
Someone had deliberately waited until I was alone before leaving it.
I checked the bathroom cup
