Chapter Twenty-Five - Motions
The string lights above the patio still glowed warmly when Evandra returned, their soft gold weaving patterns in the night air. The table was loud with laughter and the clink of goblets when she left, but now all four Alphas sat in uneasy silence, watching the door she’d slipped through.
When she emerged, her composure steady, every gaze locked on her.
“Everything all right?” Tristan asked immediately, his deep voice rumbling with suspicion.
Evandra slid back into her chair, smoothing her gown over her knees. She didn’t want to bring Rowan’s name into this—not yet, not until she was certain—but she knew she couldn’t keep silent.
“I had a message,” she began carefully, her gaze moving from Alpha to Alpha. “From a trusted source. Someone who has never lied
