VANESSA
The drive back to Moonstone territory was silent but charged with unspoken questions. I sat in the backseat with Fabian curled against my side, his small body finally relaxed in sleep after his dangerous adventure. Across from us, Nora, Olivia, and Bianca huddled together, their expressions a mix of wariness and hope.
In the front passenger seat, Wesley kept shooting glances at me through the rearview mirror. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind.
"You think the Silverclaw Pack is connected to the attack on Bianca," I finally said, keeping my voice low.
Wesley's gaze flicked to Roman's SUV following behind us. "The timing is suspicious. First, we find Bianca injured at the border. Then we discover your old caretakers were targeted years ago."
I stroked Fabian's hair, anchoring myself in his warmth. "What are you saying?"
