VESPER
Two weeks ago.
My name is not Sarah Mitchell.
But that's what's written on the fake ID I'm holding as I stand at the gate of the Crimson Moon Pack. The pack is still led by the wise Alpha Vincent—at least for now. Darius needs it to stay that way until the right time comes.
“Purpose of your visit?” the guard at the gate asked in a friendly tone—very different from what I imagined would happen after Darius took over later.
“I'm looking for a job,” I replied, making my voice sound slightly shaky—a young girl who was financially struggling and desperate. “I heard the Crimson Moon Pack is accepting new members who are willing to work hard.”
The guard smiled sympathetically. “Alpha Vincent is indeed generous. Wait a moment, I'll contact the administration office.”
