#Chapter 163: The Spy

Aria Darren and I watched through the small window in the door as Dr. Edward conducted tests on the amber liquid we’d found in Raven’s pocket. Dr. Edward carefully extracted the liquid from the vial, dropping it into a small device for testing. Two hours had passed since the incident in our bedroom. Two hours since I’d found that woman straddling my mate, using some fabricated scent to make him forget me. The thought made my stomach turn. Darren hadn’t left my side since then. His hand was tightly wound with mine, his jaw set hard. He must have apologized a thousand times—he’d even gotten on his knees at one point, pleading with me to forgive him. But of course I forgave him. It wasn’t his fault that a spy had somehow infiltrated our pack and used some kind of special perfume to take over his mind. I was just glad I’d found them before it was too late. Throwing the glass of water on them had merely been an act of rage, picking up a glass sitting on the d