SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING
“The pillowcase holding that… it was at the bottom of the bundle.”
A cold thread of dread began to weave its way through my chest. Three months. Right next to Bailey. “Leila,” I said, keeping my voice flat even as my mind raced. “Describe the bundle precisely. Every item.”
She swallowed hard. “A change of clothes, Alpha. Plain, rough spun. No pack insignia. Nothing that looked like ours, or like any neighboring pack. Just neutral. A small knife. Also plain, no identifying marks, no embellishments. Very utilitarian. Three pieces of paper, folded. I didn’t open them, Alpha. I came straight to Bailey. And… a flower.”