Unknown Pov
I sit behind my imposing mahogany desk, the dim light from a single lamp casting long shadows across my office. My fingers tap rhythmically against the surface as I lean back in my chair, a sly smirk playing on my lips. A map of pack territories lay sprawled out in front of me, dotted with notes and potential strategies scribbled in red ink. A glass of whiskey sits untouched on the desk, its amber contents reflecting the dim glow of the room.
I lean forward, my sharp eyes scanning the map, stopping at the Cape Point pack's territory. My thoughts are methodical, laced with cunning and cruelty.
“Nicole,” I mutter under my breath, her name a mixture of obsession and determination. “You won’t slip through my fingers for long.”
I reach for a folder on the desk, flipping it open
