Leon's POV
Two days had passed since the explosion in Leo's room, and the air in the Full Moon Pack had become toxic. We had spent every waking second of those forty-eight hours playing a dangerous game. We spent our nights tearing through our fathers' offices, turning over every rug and picking every lock, but we found nothing. Not a single file. Not a single letter. It was as if someone who knew we would look into it had scrubbed the history clean with bleach.
Jameson and Jane were too far away in San Francisco to be of any help, and honestly, they were still kids—our fathers wouldn't have trusted them with a secret this heavy. That left only one person.
Lana.
We couldn't summon her to us without our fathers growing suspicious, so we took matters into our own hands. We told the pack we were heading out for a "territory inspection" and boarded the private jet. Two hours later, we touched down in Germany.
