Nina's hands froze on the envelope, her heart picking up speed.
The healer…
She was part of them.
Does this mean…
Her eyes lifted as she met her reflection in the mirror, pale and unfamiliar in the dim light.
They had infiltrated the entire pack house…
Nina stumbled backward, her breath coming out ragged.
Emory, now the healer.
They were everywhere.
A cold shiver raced down her spine.
Her eyes darted around the room as though someone was watching her. Her gaze dropped to the envelope still clutched in her hand.
Then another thought crept into her mind.
Slowly.
Quietly.
What if…
What if this wasn't a coincidence?
Her fingers tightened around the envelope, crumpling the edge.
What if her coming to the pack's house was not a coincidence?
How else would they have infiltrated everywhere, even to the Matriarch's trusted healer?
A bead of sweat dropped down her face.
No…
That couldn't be right.
Could it?
