Even if Vivian wasn’t responsible for what was going on in the pack now, she was a bad element and was probably buddy-buddy with the traitor. Shadowing her would be a better use of my time than sitting around the apartment looking through files. I could just as easily wait for McTavish to send me the information on the brooch somewhere else. Plus, following Vivian would give me a chance to check out the other pack members and see if anyone had jewelry that smelled fey.

I looked at the clock. There were only thirty minutes until the meeting. The idea of being around the rest of the pack made me nervous, but I had to do something. Clearly, I wasn’t very good at sitting around.

It took me twenty minutes to find Vivian. I circled around the castle a couple times, hoping to catch her in the dining hall, but never saw her. Her scent was everywhere, and I couldn’t tell the difference between the very fresh scent trails and the extremely fresh ones. But she was a Were. She was going to get hungry eventually.

The fourth time I went back into the main dining room, I hit gold. A laugh cut through all the chatter. It was too high, forced, and, above all, made me want to hit something. Or more accurately, somebody.

Vivian.

She was sitting in the back, leaning on one of the men. This girl needed attention, and it showed by the way she was always causing some sort of a scene. She’d posed herself perfectly, laughing while she clutched her chest with one hand and caressed a guy’s shoulder with the other. Flirting shamelessly. Which would be fine, except she’d been going around saying she was someone’s mate. If she’d been acting like that the whole time everyone thought she was mated to Donovan? It made him look bad.

What an asshole. I was so going to enjoy taking her down.

I tucked my phone into my pocket and wove between the tables. It was a little unsettling how the pack stared at me. People usually watched Tessa, so when I was with her they watched me by extension. When I was on my own at St. Ailbe’s, people deliberately ignored me. Except for my small group of friends, no one wanted to be around the cursed werewolf.

I really preferred the “ignored” version of my life.

Strolling over to a buffet table, I grabbed a bottle of water and a chocolate croissant before moving to an empty table. For now, I was just watching Vivian. I didn’t have proof of any specific wrongdoing and she wasn’t wearing jewelry.

Sitting down, I relaxed with my drink and tried to look casual. I took my phone out and texted Tessa. How on earth did you survive the Imogene drama without murdering her?