EMMA
I stormed toward the pack house, my legs moving faster than my thoughts, my entire body trembling with fury. Every step pounded with the bitter realization. Brian had been the assassin all along.
The betrayal burned through my chest like fire. The same Brian who had offered to help me find the assassin. The same Brian who had pretended to be on my side, watching my back.
And all the while, he was the one behind it.
The memory of Tyler's lifeless body flashed before me, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. Now I was certain — Brian had murdered Tyler.
That was the only reason he had gotten access to Tyler's cell so easily. Nobody would have suspected him. Tyler had trusted him. He'd been Tyler's closest friend, his only friend.
I swallowed the bitter taste of bile rising in my throat. Everyone needed to know the truth. Now.
I was halfway up the stone steps leading to the pack house entrance when a voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
