Garrett’s POV
Fred and I were standing at the desk in my office, looking over the patrol reports. We had been going over everything for hours, trying to figure out who was responsible for the attack on Willa’s cabin.
"There's no trace of anyone, Garrett," Fred said, dropping the papers back onto the desk. "No rogues spotted at the fence, no broken security alarms, nothing. It’s like whoever attacked Willa just showed up and vanished."
"Somebody had to see something," I said, rubbing my forehead. "They couldn't just walk past all our guards without leaving a scent."
Before Fred could say anything else, the door to my office opened. Jenny walked right in without knocking.
She looked pale and weak, but her eyes were cold. Tho guards immediately stepped up behind her, but I held up my han
