Beta Jessie Walker
I emerged from the cold, damp crawlspace beneath the library, my nerves singing with adrenaline. The scent of Marcus and the heavy thud of his footsteps had been right above my head. I’d waited until I heard him and Desmond—the nitwit—moving clumsily away, their conversation thankfully focused on blaming each other for the unlocked door.
Clutching the ancient, red leather-bound scrolls tight to my chest, I quietly relocked the library door from the inside—a trick I learned years ago—and then exited through the main hall, moving with the practiced stealth of a seasoned Beta who knew every blind spot in his packhouse.
As I made my way toward our private home on the pack grounds, I reached out through the mate-link to Gemma.
“Gemma, I have them. The scrolls. I’m almost
