I read the message a third time before I said anything, because some part of me was still hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something less like a threat.
They didn't though, the words stayed exactly what they were.
"That's not the Hollow," Kael said. His hand was still wrapped around mine on the hood of the car, tighter now than either of us had probably meant it to get. "The Hollow doesn't send text messages to a pack administrator's terminal. That's someone inside."
"I know." My voice came out steadier than I felt, which had become the pattern of the last two weeks, saying things calmly while everything underneath scrambled to keep up. "Someone who knew Priya had the file. Someone who knew fast enough to go get it before we'd even left the alley."
"Which means someone
