Jenn’s POV A week after Osiris told us there might be a spy in my pack, among my own close friends, I found myself sitting with Morgan. The last person I ever thought I’d go to or talk to about things like this. But for some reason, talking to her felt oddly relaxing. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t offer empty reassurance or tell me I was being paranoid. She just listened, her sharp eyes fixed on my face, her expression unreadable. And somehow, that was exactly what I needed. Besides, if anyone should know who the spy among my group of friends was, it had to be her. She’d spent months embedded in my life, watching my every move, reporting back to her father. If there was another operative close to me, someone who’d been feeding him information since before I reclaimed my pack, she would know. Still, try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her that question. Because asking meant acknowledging that it might be true. That one of the people I loved most in this world had be
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