MILLIE'S POV
The phone call from Silas shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did.
I sat on the couch in the living room, staring at Callie’s phone still clutched in Braham’s hand. His eyes were still that dangerous gold color, his wolf barely contained beneath the surface.
Callie stood by the window, her arms crossed, while Renan paced near the fireplace.
"You believe him?" I asked, breaking the tense silence.
Braham's jaw tightened. "His information matches what I've already found. The surveillance. Martha's scent on the property. The timing."
"He could be setting us up," Callie said, her voice hard. "Silas isn't exactly known for his honesty."
"No," I said quietly. "But he's known for being a coward. And cowards don't usually set elaborate traps. They run."
Renan stopped pac
