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A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my hazy morning thoughts as I finish packing my small suitcase. Vanessa must be early to escort me back to the airport, That's not Vanessa. Selene's hackles rise, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Something's wrong.

I freeze, my hand hovering over the zipper. "What is it?"

Not sure. Her nose twitches. But it doesn't smell right.

Uneasy, I debate ignoring the knock, pretending I'm not here. It's a stupid thought. Any wolf can scent me in here.

I crack open the door, surprised to find Margot Mitchell standing there, her face pinched and pale.

"Ava, thank the Moon." She pushes into the room without invitation, her eyes darting around as if searching for hidden threats. "We

need to talk."

"Margot, what-" My words come out in a shout over the audacity of her intrusion.

"The vampire. He's here." She grips my shoulders, her fingers. digging in. "You have to keep him safe. You have to be loyal. You can't break the code."

"What secret? What vampire? What are you talking about?" Yanking out of her grip, I take a few steps back. "Why are you

here?"

"You have to keep the secret," she hisses, as loud footsteps come

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thudding, like people are running. Don't sell your loyalty, defect. Only Renard's promise keeps us safe. Without it, we're all doomed. "What promi-"

"If you tell them, we all dic, Ava. You don't want our lives on your hands, do you?"

My bodyguards burst into the room, their faces hard and unreadable. In a dizzying burst of movement and noise, they seize Margot by the arms, yanking her away from me. She yelps, thrashing against their iro I gape after them, my mind reeling. What the hell just happened?

"Ava, I'm so sorry about that." Kellan's voice snaps me back to the present. He stands in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern. "Margot is one of the housekeepers for the lodge. She was here for maid c

it."

"It's fine." The words feel hollow, even to my own ears. Margot's frantic warnings echo in my head, refusing to be dismissed. You can't spill the secret. You have to be loyal.

process any of this. Kellan watches me, clearly expecting more

around here?" The question slips out before

can stop it.

mouth falling

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make it onto

at me, obviously remembering that it just happened a few days

glance at Selene, who meets my gaze with

the security breach at

assumption is that they can find any random

feels

stay, she suggests, her voice a soft whisper in my mind. Something's not right

Kellan, I've changed my mind. I won't be

surprise coloring his features. "Are you sure? I thought you

Lisa."

off, not quite sure how to explain my sudden change of heart. "I just think I should stay a bit longer. See if I can find out anything else that might help us find her. Lucas has things in hand at Westwood. Maybe I'll see things you

looks like he wants to argue, his mouth opening and closing a few times. But then he simply nods, accepting my decision with a sigh. "Alright. I'll let Vanessa know." "Thanks." I offer him a small smile,

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He hesitates, as if debating whether to say more, then shakes his head. "I'll be downstairs if you

he turns and walks out, leaving me alone with Selene and my racing thoughts. I sink

going to like this, Selene

can already picture

on here, Selene. We can't just leave. Margot was talking about vampires and Renard. There's definitely a link. As if Sister Miriam wasn't proof enough of his working with vampires-but she wasn't involved in the attack. "It

nuzzles into my side, offering her silent support.

stroke her fur absently, my mind still spinning with questions. What secret was Margot

secret alliance between vampires and wolves,

a

to be more

down, the more questions I have. Whatever the secret is, am I supposed to hide it from Lucas and the others? Or am I supposed to

she said

M's

like being handed a key, but

which its

the hell am I supposed to do with this

runs through me as I recall the terror in her eyes, the desperate edge to her voice. Whatever it is, it's big enough to rattle a woman

pull out my phone and send Lucas a quick text, letting him know

immediate and terse.

What do you mean

explain over text. I