Calla’s POV
Patricia had a plan that needed three weeks of careful preparation. This involved creating rumors, getting the public interested, and working with journalists who focused on legal corruption. Three weeks of living in the clubhouse, training with the pack, and trying not to lose my mind with anxiety about everything that could go wrong.
Two weeks in, Evie called.
I looked at my phone—a burner phone that Jake had given me, —and saw Evie’s name pop up. I felt a mix of relief and guilt. We had only spoken once since the courthouse incident, a short, panic-filled conversation where I assured her I was okay before going dark again. I knew she was worried sick about me.
“Pick it up,” Sofia urged me from the couch, where she was working on press materials with her tablet. “She’s b
