MIRA POV“Say that again,” Petra said.“A phone call. Unknown number. Male voice, young, trained. He said the Alpha is asking the wrong questions and told me to tell him to stop before he asks the right ones.”“And you’re telling me this now. How long ago did this happen.”“A few hours.”Petra put her mug down on the coffee table with a careful click that meant she was doing the thing where she held the volume of her reaction on a tight leash. She was on her own couch in her own flat in the mid-evening, she had been about to eat something, her fork was still in her hand, and I had shown up at her door and given her this.“Mira.”“I know.”“You need to tell Caius.”“I can’t.”“You absolutely can, you pick up your phone and you..”“Petra. If I tell him about the call he asks me how I know it’s linked to Destan. And if he asks me that I have to explain how I know what Destan’s operation looks like, what his methods are, how I could identify the call as coming from inside the pack rather
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