I looked at my reflection in the small mirror mounted inside the safe door. My eyes looked different. The blue was gone, replaced by a dark, dilated pupil. The husband was asleep. The Delta operator was awake.
I needed to know where they were. I needed to track the pack. And I knew exactly who the weak link was.
Mason. The youngest. The one shaking in the hospital. The one who held the coffee cup like it was a grenade. He was the one who held her legs. He was the one who watched.
And tonight, he was going to be the first one to speak.
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I closed the safe, grabbed a black hoodie, and walked out into the night. The silence of the house didn’t bother me anymore because I knew, very soon, the silence would be broken by the sound of Mason screaming.
