REMI'S POV
He said nothing for three full seconds.
Which, from Dax Wolfe, was the equivalent of every alarm in the building going off at once.
"He's on my pack council," he said.
"I know."
"He's been on the council for eight years."
"I know."
"He has access to my calendar, my personal schedule, the pack medical records—" He stopped. Something was happening behind his eyes — the rapid, systematic recalculation of a man who has just discovered that a variable he thought was fixed has been moving this entire time. "The leak. The announcement date. The move-in date."
"All of it," I said. "Him."
He looked at me for a moment that felt longer than it was.
"How did he get onto your council?" I said. "He was connected to Crescent Bay administration."
"My father brought him in. He came wi
