[Rachel’s POV]
I stare at the sheet of paper in my hand, taking in the two words that sit on it like a blaring signal at me.
Night Wing.
Why was this crazy woman giving me something like this? And what was she trying to hint at?
“What is this?” I ask, frowning.
“A clue,” she announces.
A clue. What type of clue could this even be? Of course, I knew about Night Wing pack, everyone knew about it given its bloody history. Was this some kind of sick joke?
“I don’t…”
“You do,” she counters, closing my hand around the paper. “If you wish to separate William from that girl, this is what you need to do it.”
Opening my mouth, I prepare to argue but stop. What was the point? It was becoming increasingly clear that this woman was out of her mind. How could Night Wing help me get rid of that
