Chapter 192

ANDREA’S POV The air felt too thick. I couldn’t breathe. My legs locked in place, as if moving might somehow make the nightmare more real. That file—the file of all the fucking missing people—was in my office. How the fuck had it gotten there? Behind me, I heard Kade’s breath catch—a sharp, bitten-off inhale that told me exactly how bad this looked. Worse than bad. Catastrophic. Not just for me—but for everything I’d built in New York. Red Water Pack's relation with all the other packs. My factory. The shaky, fragile threads of trust we’d spun with the human world. Gone. All of it. With a file folder and four vials of goddess-knows-what. “I want the lab results expedited,” Blackstone was saying, addressing his aides like some smug CEO of justice. “Chain of custody needs to be airtight. I want analysis within 48 hours.” “Mayor Blackstone—” I tried, stepping forward. “No.” His voice cracked across the room like a whip. “You don’t speak right now unless it’s to admit how deep this goes.”