CHAPTER 69

  Conner snapped his fingers. "Shit. I thought we were close."

  I leaned back in my seat, cracking my wrist. "If the Rogue King does plan on calling war, we'll need to be prepared. We'll also need to find this informant of his."

  "Hm." Conner picked up a manila folder on my desk. "Who's is this?"

  "Lucinda's pack transfer, I believe."

  "Really? Where's the Alpha signature?"

  "I don't know. Probably blurred over time."

  Conner squinted at the fine print. "No... doesn’t look like any handwriting is underneath. Just looks like blotted ink."

  "What?" I snatched the paper from his hands and scrolled the paper, eyes casting on the line. True enough, with a squint of my eyes, there was no signature on the text, instead scribbles of nonsense.

  "Is it forged?" Conner asked quietly.

  I touched the ink carefully, the page blooming under the sweat of my thumb. "No... you’re right. There is no signature."

  "So, she's an illegal pack member?"