I froze, my cheeks flushing hot—hotter than a summer wildfire.
Alpha Gideon had said he’d “keep digging,” but to my ears, it might as well have been a confession.
He’d miss me.
“Uh, thanks for the concern,” I stammered.
“I’m concerned for all my pack,” he replied, his tone steady as stone.
Elliot blinked, his confusion practically radiating off him. All his pack? Really?
Elliotbroke the silence, steering back to the warehouse mess with a grin.
“Vivian, you’re sharp. Nailed about ninety percent of it. Impressive.”
“What’s the ten percent I missed?” I asked.
“Those two ghost workers? They’re actual ghosts. Dead. Walter killed them.”
“Dead?!” My jaw dropped.
I’d figured they might be Walter’s cousins or old drinking buddies, not victims.
Elliot nodded, his expression grim.
“Wild,
