Queen Mother Helena's POV
"No, Queen Mother." Kade stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I've been investigating since the beginning. Nothing about their story made sense. The symbol on their altar was freshly carved, done within days of our arrival. The pack showed no signs of outside contact, no knowledge of current politics or pack alliances. Their isolation was complete and genuine."
"Someone framed them."
"Yes. Someone wanted us to find them. Someone wanted them destroyed." He glanced at the young woman again. "And after seeing what she just did, I think I understand why."
Of course. Lake Pack blood had always been valuable to those who practiced dark magic. The legends spoke of witch councils that had hunted them, tried to harvest them for their power.
My grandmother's stories ha
