Knowing Ryan would need to sweep the pack house, I was grateful Lyra was with our mate. I linked him and asked him to move fast — we had a family to protect, and the pack house was not safe.
He agreed. Lyra told me he left the moment the link snapped, precise and ruthless as always. With that settled, I excused Silvia.
“Thank you for cooperating with our questioning,” I said. “My top warriors will personally escort you when you leave. A warrior will give you a phone; please text me directly when things are on its way, and once you are settled again in the pack house. We’ll be in touch.”
Relief softened the old woman’s face. I’d already signaled Trevor — Ryan’s best man — to wait outside with the phones. He would see to Silvia and her kin. Still, the interrogation had only begun, and Sil
