10- “Real Motive”.
Aurora Black.
My words did not surprise him in the slightest by the looks of it. Rather, he asked. “Tell me, little fox,” My eyes narrowed slightly at the nickname, but I did not say a thing about it at the moment. “Why did you set him up?”
“I did not set him up,” I responded, “I merely exposed his hidden deeds, which are detrimental to the pack and--”
His chuckle came, cutting me midway. I halted, and he threw his head back slightly—his laughter ringing across the room. It was taunting, mocking even. I hated it, and I hated him even more. When it died down, amusement still very much laced his expression before he sighed, “Oh please,” He waved off, his gaze holding mine. “You do not think I would believe that nonsense, did you?”
This time around, it was my turn to
