Sofia's POV
My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
Damien didn't sit. He didn't rest. He just stood there, eyes fixed on the map-covered desk as if he were still chasing Rebecca's ghost.
"After that suspicion," he continued, voice low, "I placed spies around the Thorn Pack. Quietly. Carefully. I didn't want Alpha Nigel to know I was watching his brother."
I wiped my face quickly. "Damien—"
He ignored my interruption.
"For weeks, nothing happened. Nobody knew anything. Nobody talked. Nobody slipped."
His jaw tightened.
"But two days ago… I finally got confirmation."
My breath caught.
"Confirmation of who killed Rebecca," he finished.
My knees weakened.
Damien looked up at me with eyes that were dead tired, emotionally drained, and still burning with fury.
"It was him," he said. "The bastard you saw downstairs. The head warrior of Thorn Pack. The man who took her. Tortured her. Murdered her."
He ran a hand across his face.
