Curiosity crawled over Gonzalo like a persistent rodent. Sofia's unclear statement had made him flinch. "You have something to tell me?" he prompted, wondering why she already wasn't telling him. Sofia met his gaze, determination hardening her usually gentle features. "Yes, Alpha," she began, "something that might change the course of things for the pack." Those words were like a wave of ocean water, splattering their content over a burning forest. It was just right about what he needed. Finally, a lead, a potential answer to the chaos plaguing Moonstone and Ironclaw. "About the arrows," Sofia continued, leaning forward, "remember how we discussed the possibility of them originating from within the pack? The pack house to be precise since they are the pack house’s arrows. Yes, he did remember. It was just two day ago, so there was no way he’d forget it. He leaned closer, nodding encouragingly. "Yes, Sofia. What about them?" "I believe I may have traced them back to the source,"
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