My jaw tightened. "So she's just a grieving woman who's lost her way."
"Or a very good actress," Roland added, reading my thoughts. "I'm still digging. But for now, there's nothing. On the other hand, Logan's intel came through. We were right. The chemical is a potent neurotoxin. It's designed to disorient, cloud memories and heighten aggression. The perfect weapon for creating chaos."
"And the she wolf?" I asked, my voice low.
"Logan's patrol caught a scent near their northern border a few days ago. A female wolf. The description matches what Kiara told us. Light brown, almost blonde. But they lost the trail. She's like a ghost."
A ghost that was haunting my mate.
I was about to respond when a wave of unease washed over me. It was a familiar sensation, one I hadn't felt in a long tim
