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My jaw drops open, and Jace lets out a low growl.
“Who!? Why?” I blurt out.
Miles shrugs. “I don’t have that answer, but it makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“Someone in the pack?” Jace says coldly, mulling over the idea.
“It’s not unheard of for people to double-cross their own pack,” Miles nods.
For a long time, we sit in utter silence as we consider the implications of this new concept.
Jace stands up, holding his hand out for me and pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go home and get some sleep. I don’t think there is any reason for you to keep searching through your system. I think Miles is on to something, and I need to redirect my investigation,” he says.
Miles stands too. “I’m going to grab some sleep, too. In the morning, I’ll start sniffing around. Someone knows something, and I have a feeling regarding where to start looking.”
Jace nods. “Do that. And let me know what you find out.”
Chapter 22 - Jace
My team is investigating our new ideas about what might be going on. But it’s something that has to be done with the utmost care and in secret. Which isn’t easy, given that our pack has always been a united force, and it’s impossible to know who is with you and who is against you. I have to conduct this investigation without creating further issues. For that reason, I am not doing it myself. It’s too obvious.
Mira is home with me and still looks exhausted after days of working nonstop.
With a smile on my face, I walk into the living room, where she’s sitting on the sofa, reading a book.
“Come on, I’ve got a plan,” I grin.
She narrows her eyes and sets the book face down with the pages open. “What is this plan of yours?” she asks, taking note of the backpack slung over my shoulder.
“A picnic. Just you and me.”
“A picnic?” Her face lights up. “That sounds incredible.”
She jumps from the sofa and hurries to me. “I’m ready. We can go now,” she insists.
Laughing, I look her up and down. “You sure? You didn’t forget something?” I ask, eyeing her pajama pants, which are patterned with pink Hello Kitty faces.
She follows my gaze and packs up laughing. “Oh, maybe other pants?” she giggles.
“Maybe. It doesn’t bother me, you can wear whatever you want,” I laugh.
It takes her all of two minutes to slip into a pair of tights and her running shoes, and she’s ready.
I’ve already chosen the spot. It’s away from the compound, in the forest, past the edge of our territory, and in territory we share with the other packs around us. I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone. I want time alone with her, away from the politics and tension.
Mira is happy as we hike into the forest and along the river. I think she needed this time away from things more than she realized.
“How have you been feeling?” I ask, slipping my arm around her waist.
“Less burdened, but still stressed. I don’t like that the pack isn’t getting on like it’s supposed to,” she says, glancing at me.
“And the baby? Is our little one giving you any trouble? Morning sickness? Cravings?” I smile down at her.
“Oh my word, I can’t explain to you how hungry I’ve been. It’s absolutely absurd!” she giggles.
“He’s going to be a big boy; he’ll need all the food you can give him and more to become strong,” I tell her.
“Boy? Isn’t that presumptuous of you?” She knots her brows as we walk together over the rocky stream to the other side of the forest. Earth and pine needles scent the air around us.
