The secret is out

"What kind of secrets?" She asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Elara let out a low chuckle, but there was no humour in it. "Oh, plenty. Things that would shake the foundations of the pack. Things she's kept from you, from everyone, because if they ever got out... Elara trailed off, her tone filled with quiet menace.

Emily's pulse quickened.

"Why tell me?" Emily pressed, forcing her voice to stay steady. "If you hate Liana, why not just take her down yourself?"

"Because you have something she doesn't," Elara replied, her voice cool and calculating. "You have the trust of those around her. People like Damien and Chris—they believe in you. You could do more damage than I ever could from the outside."

Emily could feel Heather's hand on her shoulder, grounding her as she took a deep breath, fighting the surge of emotions roiling within her. "I'm not interested in being anyone's weapon, Elara."