CHAPTER FOUTY-SIX
Johnathan Point of View
I paced my office, my fingers tapping against the desk. The explosion had caused chaos in my pack, but I wasn’t fooled. I knew it wasn’t an accident. Someone had orchestrated it, and I had my suspects—Jessica, Tyla, and Damon. They were the only ones who had a reason to turn against me, the only ones who could have benefited from such destruction. But they wouldn’t know I was onto them. Not yet. I had already set things in motion. My guards were under strict orders to watch them closely, report their every movement. I wanted to know where they went, who they spoke to, and what they were planning. If they thought they could get away with this, they were mistaken. Damon was the key. He had no reason to be here, yet he kept coming back. I knew exactly why. Jessica. The fool was still clinging to her, still trying to act like she needed his protection. I knew better. She wasn’t as helpless as she seemed. If anything, she was the weakest link in
