Bryson's pov
"Did you inform her parents that she will be spending the night here?" Dad questioned, looking at me with a questioning arched brow.
I nod.
Emily was tucked under my covers after my mom rubbed some soothing balm on her burnt skin.
Just thinking about it made fury once again bubble in my being.
"Yes. Is the surveillance system still down?" With my palms flat on the desk surface, I lean forward.
Dad nod, sighing. "It could have been anyone. But I am certain it's someone in the pack. You can question them all but this person was smart enough to f**k up the surveillance camera."
I gritted my teeth. "They had an accomplice. There's no way they could have done this on their own. They left no traces too."
Dad nod. "They know the ins and outs of the pack. It can't be a rogue.
