Twelve hours on my feet, training Naomi, organizing the Lycans, and contacting a witch competent in corruption magic, I rested my forehead against Roman’s pack house front door and blew out a deep breath. I hadn’t found s**t about Derek’s whereabouts and wasn’t closer to finding the mole.
When I walked into the house, Roman and Kylo were talking tensely with each other at the kitchen table. There was a notebook between them with a dozen words listed down the side of it in bright red ink.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Kylo smiled at me. “A list of a hundred things we want to do with you later.”
I c****d my brow at him and then at Roman, who had a small smirk on his face and playful hazel eyes. Sitting beside Kylo, I snatched the notebook and read all the names from it, humming to myself.
“Yo
