#65

Raven’s POV

The living room of the Crescent Moon Packhouse offered a temporary refuge, though tensions hung in the air like a heavy fog. My patience was waning, and clarity remained elusive as Cari and Jackson presented their case.

"My sister heard of a grouping related to werewolves known to use wolfbane," says Jackson. "Now she's trying to investigate them by pretending to buy from them."

"I don't believe this. It looks too comfortable for you," I snap.

"We have evidence," says Jackson, irritated by my disbelief.

"Bring them to me so I can see them," I challenge him.

They start to get up, and I stop Cari.

"Only he will go. You two don't need to go."

They look at each other but do not protest. Jackson walks out of the room, and I stare at Cari, who is pouting.

"You blew my cover," she tells me. "I cannot appear before them again now."

"We'll see," I say sharply.

Jackson returns with a huge folder full of photos and maps. They spread a collection of documents across the table, photogr