"Rodriguez, please talk to me," Arya begged as they neared the rogue pack territory.
He hadn't said a word after learning that it could be his mate! The mole! The air in the car was suffocating with unsaid words and anger build-up. The only thing that Rodriguez was thinking of was, 'it has to be a mistake', but he had heard her voice from inside the house, telling Alfa that he, Rodriguez, was there as well.
Werewolf hearing was both a boon and a curse. In his eighteen years of life, Rodriguez knew one thing; one's greatest enemy is the one who wears the mask of friendship. In his case, the mask of a mate! His mate!
"Rodriguez, please, say something!" Arya's voice carried frustration and fear. Deep within, Arya was dead sure that the mole was Michelle. The problem was that she didn't have any proof.
