Trista’s POVBack at the estate, Hazel pulled me to the side. Her voice was a hushed whisper.“You felt it too, right?” she asked me. “The vault. There's something wrong about it. My wolf immediately sensed it.”I nodded. “Serena felt it too.”“What was it? Hazel asked.“I have no idea,” I told her. “But whatever it was, it isn't good.”Hazel paused. Her eyebrows were knitted together, her lips pressed tight.“I’ve been thinking,” Hazel said. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one else was there. “Do we know for sure what's in that vault?”At first, I didn’t understand what she meant.I had never really thought about that. Johnson told us there were some sort of important family documents in the vault.“Papers,” I said. “That’s what Johnson said.”“I know,” she replied. “But maybe that’s just what he thinks.”A sense of foreboding washed over me.“Do you think there’s something else in the vault?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Hazel. “But my wolf wouldn’t react to papers. Not l
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