Davina grabbed Racheal's arm and pulled her to a secluded corner of the hallway, her expression serious. "Racheal, there is something fishy about that Arya girl," she whispered, her eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening.
Racheal furrowed her brow, nodding in agreement. "I know what you mean. I can't quite place the feeling, but something just doesn't sit right with me."
Davina looked at her friend with concern. "Do you think we should tell Alpha Axel? He needs to know if there's a potential threat to the pack."
Racheal shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "No, I don't want him to worry about me and the baby. We will figure this out on our own."
Davina nodded in understanding. "Is there anything witchy you can do to figure out what's going on with Arya?"
Racheal chuckled, shaking her head. "I wish it were that easy. I'll have to ask my mother when she comes tomorrow. She might have some insight into this."
The two women made their way to Racheal's room, deep
