As soon as the message reached Alpha Matthew, urgency flickered in his eyes. He excused me from school, and we met in the woods behind the building, hidden from distant patrols.
“So, you’re saying someone in our pack might be allied with the Devil?” he asked, steady yet troubled.
I swallowed hard. “Either that or one of his men infiltrated the pack. They knew exactly what my friend was wearing, and she was right beside me.”
“Does your friend wear the same clothes two days in a row?” he queried, brows furrowed.
“No. Never,” I insisted, surprised by my own certainty.
“Understand, this could lead to severe consequences,” he warned.
“I know, which is why I told you. I haven't mentioned it to anyone else,” I replied.
“Thank you. I’ll investigate,” he said, determination flashing in his
