TROY
Alana definitely wasn't here to help. That was never part of her plan. And watching her meet her father just days after she had come to me, begging for a place to stay confirmed my suspicions.
I knew the logical thing to do now would be arrest her as soon as she stepped on pack lands. To tell her to her face that I knew she was lying.
And that was what I'd done actually.
The second her father left, Chris and I headed back where we came from, covering our tracks and waiting until she crossed into the barrier to stop her.
"Where are you coming from?"
I asked. I seated on a slab, my feet bouncing off the floor. A mechanism I'd gotten used to since the first attack ever happened. It was a way to calm my anxiety. Something no one knew I'd been fighting for a long time and I honestly preferred it that way.
