As her gaze swept across the room, the reality hit her: she didn’t have her own laptop and this hostel definitely didn’t have one for public use. She hadn’t brought her tablet either, knowing that anything connected to her identity—her personal devices, emails, even her search history—could be traced back to her by her pack.
“Better safe than sorry,” she whispered to Avalon, swallowing a lump of frustration and fear.
She needed another way. One that didn’t leave breadcrumbs for her father, for the Alpha, or for anyone in the pack. Taking a deep breath, she rose and grabbed her backpack, feeling its reassuring weight against her side.
“We go, we get it done,” she told Avalon as they moved toward the door.
The street was quiet, the sun still lingering in the sky. Iva moved quickly but
