“Hey, Steph, can I—” He stops so abruptly that I almost slam into his back. His hand tightens around the phone. Knuckles bleaching white. “What?” he snaps into the receiver. “Where are you?” His voice climbs higher with every word. Frantic.
My stomach drops.
Stephanie, his baby sister.
“Is everything—” I start.
Healer lifts a hand sharply, silencing me. “Steph,” he says urgently. “Slow down. I can’t—where are you right now?”
Wolf and Ryder appear behind us almost immediately, drawn by the tension.
“Outside your place?” Healer asks. “What do you mean outside your place? Where exactly?”
His eyes suddenly dart to Ryder, covering the receiver with his palm. “Jackson’s store. She said near the corner. Check cameras—now.”
Ryder already has his phone out, fingers flying across the screen.
“What did you see?” Healer asks into the phone again. “Steph—what did you see?”
Silence on our end while she talks. Healer’s jaw tightens. “You’re sure?” he presses. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Another pause.
“I can come over,” he says quickly but is promptly interrupted. “Fine. Just stay inside. Lock the doors and don’t open them for anyone until I get there.”
Healer finally pulls the phone away from his ear, ending the call with a stiff thumb. For a second, he stands there.
“What is it?” Wolf asks.
Healer doesn’t answer right away. Breathing hard. Something dark and furious simmering behind his eyes. Then he looks at Wolf. “She was attacked. Outside her house,” he says grimly. “Two men.”
Fuck.
“She managed to get away,” he adds. “Ran back inside before they could grab her.”
Then Healer’s voice drops, thick with fury. His hands curl into fists. “She’s not even part of this life, Wolf. She’s not an Ol’ Lady. Not a club princess. Barely anyone knows I’ve got a sister. I made sure of it!” His jaw ticks hard before his control finally snaps. “So why the hell was she attacked?!”
No one answers him. No one can. Because how the fuck do they know about a woman who should’ve been invisible to this life?
The room goes still—so still I can hear the faint hum of the overhead lights and Ryder’s phone quietly buzzing in his hand.
Wolf drags a slow hand down his face, his expression grim. The realization hits us like a freight train. I can see it.
Dread curls in my chest at the confirmation of our suspicions.
Glory wasn’t the only one, was she?
There’s definitely another traitor in this club. And none of our precautions stopped them.
TWENTY-SIX
Charlotte
“Has he woken up?”
I hear Ruin’s voice as I reach the threshold.
It wasn’t my intention to walk over to Wolf’s house. The same house I lived in for a few years after I first moved to the club.
