Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
“I say we set a trap. Let Aiden think he’s got us cornered, then flip it on him. Make him talk.”
Asher shook his head. “Too risky. If Grandma’s right, his boss is watching. We make a move, they’ll know. We need to dig deeper, find out what they’re really after before we show our hand.”
Grandma nodded. “Smart. But we can’t just sit here. Aiden’s close, and he’s not alone. He’s got new gear—wolf killing type, not his usual St. Clair stuff. Someone’s bankrolling him.”
Ember’s watch buzzed again, and she glanced at it, frowning. “Speaking of sources, my contact just pinged me. They found something near the Peak last night. A burner phone with a text: ‘The Peak falls at dawn.’”