~ KIRA ~
In those eyes, I see no warmth.
Dad is no softball for anyone. Well, no one except for me. His precious pumpkin.
He is willing to do anything in his power to make sure I become the Luna of this pack. To make sure that we take our rightful places in the helm of this pack's affairs.
“Dad, we need to force Raelin's hand. And we need to do it fast.”
“Easy, my Kira. Let's not be reckless now.” He smiles as he takes another drag from his tobacco pipe. That smile was slow and so f*****g predatory.
He blows the thick white smoke out from his nostrils and parted lips. A happy shiver dances down my spine.
He is already thinking of something. Something definitely nasty.
“Spill it dad.” I narrow my eyes at him, my mind racing with excitement. “What are you suggesting?”
“First of all,
