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Helen had returned from the pack house earlier, only to meet Brad waiting for her. He had complained about how she kept him waiting, and she had apologized. 

She didn’t really care about his feelings at this point, but she needed him to believe she was still foolish enough to trust him, so she had led him into the house, and they had a good 

time. 

Helen’s thoughts kept spiralling. Comfort could be deceptive… 

She lay against the pillows, her robe loosely draped around her, appearing relaxed. Brad was beside her, propped on one elbow, his presence familiar enough to seem harmless. But she still couldn’t fully relax around him like before. Everything felt off. 

That was what unsettled her. 

She had learned long ago that the most dangerous things were never loud. 

“Brad,” Helen said quietly. 

He hummed in response, fingers absently tracing the edge of the sheet. “You sound like you’re about to start a serious conversation. I hope you’re not.” 

“I am,” she said. 

He turned fully toward her now, wearing that easy expression she had once found reassuring. “What’s on your mind? Talk to me.” 

Helen didn’t answer immediately. She let the silence linger, watching him the watched everyone when she needed the truth more than comfort. 

“The attack,” she said at last. 

way she 

His body stiffened–just slightly. If she hadn’t been looking for it, she might have missed it. Or maybe she was overthinking everything now that she saw him differently. 

“I already told you,” Brad replied calmly. “I don’t know anything about it. That I’m a Shadow Fang doesn’t make me a criminal. You know that, right?” 

“I know what you said,” Helen replied. “I’m asking again, because I just need to be satisfied with your response.” 

That earned her a small sigh. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as though mildly inconvenienced. “Helen, why would I lie to you? Do you really not trust me at all? What 

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reason do I have to lie abonn this?” 

She shifted closer, resting her arm against his chese “People le when the truth costs them something.” 

He turned his head to look at her then. “You think I had something to gain from theo 

“I think,” Helen said carefully, “that whoever orchestrated it knew far too much 

Brad frowned, as if genuinely confused. “You mean criminals knowing where you live? That happens all the time, Helen.” 

“Not like that,” she replied. “They weren’t guessing. They were certain” 

He shrugged lightly. “You’re under a lot of stress. Anyone would start connecting dots that aren’t there.” 

Helen smiled faintly. “Stress sharpens me. It doesn’t dull me at all.” 

Brad studied her for a moment, then shifted tactics, his voice softening. “I hate seeing you like this–suspicious of everyone. It can’t be healthy. That’s the problem with you Blood Crescents… always looking for threats where there’s none.” 

The concern sounded real. 

That was another problem. 

She lifted her gaze to him. “Did you notice anything unusual before that day?” 

“No,” he answered smoothly. “Nothing out of the ordinary. If I heard anything that would endanger you and your family, I would have told you.” 

Helen watched his face as he spoke. No hesitation, no stumble. 

Too clean… She wanted to believe him. 

Then, casually, as though the thought had just occurred to him, Brad asked, “Where were you last night, by the way?” 

The question slid into the conversation like a blade hidden in silk. 

Helen didn’t flinch. 

“A friend’s birthday,” she replied evenly. “I stayed over. It got late. I texted you, remember?” 

He glanced away briefly, processing. Measuring. “Right, I remember you texted me.” 

He laughed a little. “I must have skimmed it.” 

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Helen said nothing, though something cold settled in her chest. If he hadn’t been watching her movements, he wouldn’t need to confirm her story this carefully. 

Brad reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t like that you’re putting yourself in danger,” he said gently. “You’re important to a lot of people… to me.” 

Her gaze sharpened. “Danger from whom?” 

He smiled lightly. “From the situations people tend to create for themselves… getting involved in things that shouldn’t really be their concern.” 

Helen leaned back slightly, studying him. “You make it sound as though you know more than you’re saying.” 

Brad chuckled softly. “I don’t care about politics, Helen. You know that. I stay out of all that wolf nonsense.” 

She nodded slowly, pretending to accept it. 

But her instincts screamed. 

A man who truly didn’t care wouldn’t ask the questions he was asking. Wouldn’t watch her answers so closely. Wouldn’t need to know where she slept. 

“You’re safe with me,” Brad continued, squeezing her hand. “Whatever’s happening out there… it won’t touch you.” 

The promise lingered in the air, heavy and wrong. 

Helen met his eyes. “I hope you’re right.” 

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her temple, satisfied. “Try to get some rest.” 

When he finally relaxed beside her, the conversation drifting into harmless territory, Helen played her part–soft smiles, quiet agreement, the illusion of trust. 

But inside, the pieces were aligning. 

The attack that failed. The timing. The questions disguised as concern. The way Brad spoke of danger as if it were a resource, not a threat. 

She remained still long after Brad drifted into sleep, staring at the ceiling, her mind already moving several directions at a time. 

She didn’t know when sleep finally overwhelmed her.