Sera's POV
I pressed myself flat against the cold stone wall, barely breathing.
Twenty feet away, Vivienne and Marcus stood in the shadows of the old storage building, their heads close together. They thought no one could see them here, hidden behind the packhouse where few wolves ever came.
They were wrong.
"Are you sure this will work?" Vivienne's whisper carried on the night breeze. "What if she figures it out?"
Marcus laughed quietly. "She's already suspicious, but suspicion means nothing without proof. And by the time anyone believes her, it'll be too late."
My heart pounded so loud I was afraid they'd hear it. I'd followed Vivienne here after seeing her sneak out during dinner. My wolf's new instincts had screamed that something was wrong.
Now I knew why.
I carefully pulled out my phone—thank the Moon Goddess for modern technology—and started recording. My hands shook, but I kept the camera steady, pointed right at them.
