Her breath stopped. Cedar’s father had crushed the Bloodfang Pack in a brutal battle years ago, driving most of them out of the territory and scattering the survivors. They had been enemies of the Shadowpelt Pack for decades.
Fern wasn’t just working with an outsider. She was working with a sworn enemy.
Lavender’s hands trembled as she saved every photo, video, and post she could find. She transferred everything to a flash drive, knowing she needed proof to confront Cedar.
With her evidence secured, she didn’t waste another second. She stormed out of her room and headed straight for Cedar’s office.
The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open without knocking. Cedar was sitting behind his desk, papers scattered everywhere, his brow furrowed as he went over pack logistics.
“Cedar,” Lavender began.
He didn’t look up. “Not now, Lavender. I’m busy.”
“This is important,” she said, stepping closer.
Cedar finally raised his head. “I said, not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“It can’t,” Lavender insisted. “Fern is planning something dangerous. She’s working with someone from the Bloodfang Pack.”
At the mention of Fern’s name, Cedar’s expression hardened. “Don’t start this again.”