Safe. The word barely registered as memories of the attack came rushing back. Rogues. The packhouse. Running. The smoke. My chest tightened.
"How did you find me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Zach exhaled, crossing his arms. "I’ve been watching you."
A chill ran down my spine. "What? Why?"
He didn’t hesitate. "Because you were in danger the moment you forced yourself into Alpha Gavin’s pack."
Confusion clouded my mind. "What do you mean?"
Zach’s smirk faded. "Gavin isn’t who you think he is. He’s involved in an illegal scheme that has cost innocent packs their lives. Including mine."
I froze. "That’s impossible. Gavin would never—"
"He did." Zach’s voice was firm. "And now, you’re paying the price for being tied to him."
The room spun. I wanted to believe he was wrong, that this was some misunderstanding. But deep down, I knew Gavin had changed. I had ignored the warning signs, desperate to hold onto something that was never mine to begin with.
Before I could respond, the sound of a television caught my attention. I turned to see a news report flashing on the screen. My stomach dropped.
My face. My name. My disappearance. I had been missing for almost a week.