Chapter 23: Gossip Is A Weapon
Reana’s expression remained impassive, her signature cold look settling into place like a mask. It was a look that had intimidated many, a look that gave nothing away and promised even less.
Mirian, familiar with the Luna’s stoic demeanor, waited patiently for a response, but was met with a wall of silence.
She bit the inside of her mouth, itching for some gossip. Even though she knew that Reana was the last person to satiate her thirst for gossip, she couldn’t help pushing her luck. "Luna, I think that something is not right between Miss Vivian and Beta Ryan..."
Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the healer, who was quietly packing up her belongings. Mirian’s eyes widened slightly as she realized her mistake - she had forgotten that the healer was still in the room, listening to every word.
Reana’s voice cut through the air, "Dira."
The healer turned, her back straightening instinctively. "Luna."
Reana’s gaze lingered on the healer before she spoke, her tone measured. "Take all the time you need to uncover the cause of those deaths. If you require anything, do not hesitate to inform me."
Reana had thrown caution to the wind and secretly transported two of the dead rogues to a secluded cabin on the outskirts of pack territory. She wanted to uncover the poison or toxin that had claimed their lives, and more importantly, the life of her mate. Without understanding the cause of Hale’s death, Reana knew she would never find peace.
"Yes, Luna." With a subtle bow, the healer turned and exited the room, leaving Reana and Mirian alone once more.