Mor refuses to respond to me or meet my gaze and I can feel anger building up in me, but I know her. I have for the past twenty years. She wouldn't say something like that without cause and she wouldn't say it if she didn't know of something that could make her think so.
"If you’re wondering why I'm looking away, it’s so you don’t feel too guilty after what I'm about to tell you, Raiden.”
Her tone is lightly mocking, and I can't bring myself to smile because I refuse to simply think or believe what she’s saying.
A spy in the pack?
Who the fuck would want to spy on us? And why would they go through the trouble of making sure I found a woman about to be assassinated on my hunt in the woods just to do so? It doesn’t add up.
”She’s not a spy.”
“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after hearing what I have to say.”
Mor’s eyes catch onto mine and they hold. A muscle tenses in my jaw as she opens her phone and hands it over to me. A simple text message and video are displayed. I read the mess
