Nash
A hunch told me that the guards had spoken the truth. Daphne wasn’t at her home in the Valiant Mountain pack. I couldn’t explain it, but my gut confirmed it. And of course, being a werewolf, she was completely off the grid. I couldn’t track her through the usual means, like credit cards and bank activity. I needed to get information from inside, so I made a call.
Not to Alpha Josiah, but to Josiah’s wife, Olivia. She agreed to meet with me discretely, at a Mexican restaurant in Prosperity Springs.
She was trying her best to be incognito. She wore a baseball cap, with her long hair pulled through the back in a ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses obscured her eyes and most of her freckled cheeks, but it was useless. She was the luna, everyone knew her, and eyes were always o
