(Trojan's P.O.V.)
Going back to the pack house, the same dark hallways and dead silent alleys greeted me. But unlike last time, where my guards are down due to the alcohol inside my system, I am now more alert and vigilant.
Even the sound of wind blowing the curtains of the huge windows is sensitive to my ears.
The sound of pointed heels clanking the tiled floor echoed in the vastness of the halls. A woman, wearing red lingerie, is walking seductively towards me. Her hair is dancing to the blow of the wind. Eyes are golden yellow, and are staring directly at mine.
My fists hardened at her scent lingering in my nostrils.
The scent of a traitor...
"You're early? You usually come home at around three. Did you pick up the good news yet?" she said in an obvious proud face. My brows furrow
