The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 115

** Paige’s POV **

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We go through the details for another half hour. Mr Keating talks about documents, deadlines, and witness lists. I take notes as if I’m back in college. Ryder asks questions I’d never have thought of, and the others keep quiet, although Callen can’t resist the occasional smirk whenever Mr Keating fumbles through legal jargon that none of us understand.

When the call finally ends, Mr Keating gives me a polite smile. “You’re in a strong position, Ms Wilson. Keep records, stay calm, and remember, you’ve already done the hardest part by building a safe home for your son. We’ll handle the rest.”

“Thank you,” I say softly.

He nods awkwardly, adjusting his glasses again. “You’re welcome. I’ll be in touch within the week.” Then the screen goes dark.

For a moment, no one speaks. I exhale the breath I feel like I’ve been holding for hours.

“Well,” Callen says finally. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“Speak for yourself,” I grumble. “My heart’s still racing.”

Ryder crouches beside my chair, resting his hands on my knees. “You did great,” he says, his voice low. “Keating clearly knows what he’s doing. Let’s get through this, and then Greg can’t lay claim to you or Jax ever again.”

I meet his gaze, seeing the mix of pride and quiet fury still burning behind his eyes. “You think he’ll back down?”

Ryder shakes his head slowly. “Men like him don’t know how to lose gracefully. But it won’t matter. He will look like a fool in court.”

Remy pulls out a chair and drops into it, sighing. “So, who do we think is feeding information back to the hunters? Because it’s clear, we have a leak.”

My head snaps up. “Wait, what?” The adrenaline that had only just begun to fade slams right back through me. “What do you mean, a leak?”

Ryder glances at Callen, then back at me. No doubt deciding how much they should tell me.

Remy folds his arms on the table, his voice low but even. “Greg told them you’re in a polyamorous relationship. How could he possibly know that?”

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“If he studies werewolves, I’m sure he will know that twins often share a mate. He probably just guessed based on Ryder having a twin,” I offer.

Callen leans forward, his usual smirk gone. “Keating knew the five of us were living together, none of us mentioned that, which means he got that information from Greg’s statement.”

My stomach twists. “But no one outside the pack knows that. We’ve not even left pack land together.”

“Exactly.” Parker cuts in, his voice clipped. “Which means somebody here told him.”

For a second, I just stare between them, trying to process it. My pulse pounds in my ears. Why would they do that?”

Ryder stands, pushing back from my chair, his expression hard. “Because someone still thinks humans shouldn’t mix with us.” His jaw flexes. “Either way, it means we need to be extra careful. If they’re watching you, they mustn’t find out about your extra abilities. We definitely don’t want that getting back to the hunters.”

The room feels suddenly too small, too quiet. I can hear Jaxon’s laughter from the living room, Poppy’s voice chasing after him. I cling to that sound for a heartbeat before I whisper, Do you really think they’ve been watching me?”

Callen’s eyes soften, but his voice is grim. “You’re the Luna now, Paige. People notice everything you do. Most of them respect you already, and I know they’ll adore you when they really get to know you, but there are always a few who’ll look for cracks.”

Remy nods, his brows drawn. “Hunters already know more about us than they should. They could have been feeding them information for a long time for all we know.”

Ryder’s hand lands on my shoulder again. “Don’t panic. It just means we tighten the circle until we find out who’s talking.”

But I can’t stop the fear running up my spine. I rub a hand over my face, trying to think through the haze. “So what do we do now? How do we find out who it is?”

Callen’s grin spreads slow and wicked, that familiar glint of mischief lighting his eyes. “I have an idea,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “If Greg wants to play dirty, maybe it’s time we had a little fun of our own.”

Ryder arches a brow. “Fun?”

“Sure,” Callen says, his tone confident. “It’s time for a game of Rumour Roulette. We feed a few of our more questionable pack mates some false plans. Different stories for each one. Then we sit back and see which version makes it back to the hunters.”

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For a second, no one says anything. Then Ryder’s brow lifts, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting off a smile.

“Rumour Roulette,” he repeats slowly. “That’s what we’re calling this?”

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Callen stretches, lacing his hands behind his head. “Got a better name? Because I think it’s catchy.”

Remy snorts, though there’s no real humour in it. “It’s reckless.”

Callen’s grin widens.

Parker leans forward, elbows on the table, thoughtful as ever. “You’re talking about a controlled leak operation, right? Different intel for different wolves, see which story lands in Greg’s lap?”

“Exactly.” Callen points at him. “If one of them runs their mouth, we’ll know which story they heard, and who we can trust.”

I stare at him, half impressed, half horrified. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Callen shrugs. “Maybe. Let’s just say back in the foster homes, I had a few creative ways of sniffing out the snitches.”

Ryder gives a quiet hum, his eyes narrowing with interest. “It’s not a bad idea. Dangerous, but smart. We just have to make sure no one gets suspicious.”

Parker’s already reaching for a pen, sketching something on the back of one of my notebook pages. “We’ll need distinct details for each version. Small enough to seem believable, but not serious enough to cause trouble if they leak.”

Remy frowns, crossing his arms. “Fake plans,” he suggests. “Ryder could ask suspected pack members for ideas on father and son plans, or just casually mention a plan that would leave him and Jax an easy target. Then we have a team nearby to see if hunters turn up.”

“You want to use Jaxon as bait?” I frown.

“Yes, but not really. It’s one thing I know for sure they won’t be able to resist. If they think there’s an opportunity to get their hands on Jax, they’ll take it.” He shrugs.

“I hate it, but he’s right,” Rye sighs.

“So now we need a list of pack members to test first,” Callen says, a hint of excitement in his

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“Nina,” both Remy and I say in unison.

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All eyes move to me then, and I grimace, knowing they are going to demand an explanation. I sigh.

“When Callen was injured and in the healer’s cabin, he fell asleep, and I went to find a bathroom. She just had an attitude with me, it didn’t seem like a huge issue at the time,” I say, trying to play it down.

“Anything like that happens in the future, you tell one of us,” Ryder grumbles before turning to Remy. “Why do you have reason to suspect her?”

“She’s just been giving me some weird vibes lately,” he shrugs. “I can’t put my finger on why.”

We spend the next fifteen minutes compiling a list until we have six names, most I don’t recognise.

“Okay, let’s get this party started,” Callen says proudly, looking down at the list.

Ryder meets my gaze, searching my eyes. “Are you okay with this?”

I hesitate. “If it means finding out who’s putting Jax in danger? Yeah. But it makes me sick that it’s come to this. These are supposed to be your people.”

“They are,” Ryder says softly. “Most of them. But every pack has one or two who think power means loyalty only matters when it benefits them.”

“We will find out which one it is,” Callen says. “We can’t afford to let this sit. The longer we wait, the more the hunters learn.”

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