TREASON

She shuddered, cold even though she had been wrapped in Aidan's jacket. She stared at her hands, wanting the tears to fall from her face so she could understand her grief better, but she wasn't in the right state of mind since Zelda's body was discovered, and it was already evening.

She glanced at the empty room, the room she and Zelda had shared the night before, before Zelda, onto her morning routine, sneaked out of bed, and that was the last she saw her alive.

She sniffed in grief, finally letting reality settle in: Zelda was dead, strangled without pity, and left on the ground like a piece of trash—all of which happened in this damn pack.

"I let you down, Zelda. I'm so sorry." She hugged herself on the bed, tears wetting her sheets, staring at the white ceiling and gold-trimmed walls.

"He's not the person we all think he is," Zeldas repeatedly in her head. What had she been trying to tell her? She knew Atlas wanted the baby removed, but was he willing to go that far?

He could do an