CHAPTER 82: GETTING READY TO ACT
DONOVAN'S POV:
I left Amanda’s room through the window, hitting the ground with a silent thud. The air was crisp, but my blood was boiling at a hundred degrees. I had a digital copy of that letter burned into my phone’s memory, and the original was tucked safely back in her file.
That letter changed everything. It wasn't just proof that James Porter wasn't a traitor; it was a blueprint of a conspiracy. Someone had played us all. They’d turned me into a weapon against the girl I loved, all to get a good man out of the way.
I didn't go back to sleep. Sleep is for people who aren't hunting.
I drove to a small, off-the-grid warehouse I’d rented near the edge of the territory—my own personal "black site." I couldn't do this at the pack house. No
