Alessandra’s Deception.
Isabella's den was bathed in a soft glow as the moon hung low in the sky. Alessandra creeped in, her heart steady, her breath thin, silent as a ghost. As a reminder of Isabella's presence, the smell of ash and cedar persisted.
She moved carefully, positioning the fake evidence, a crumpled letter with soot stains and Isabella's signature scrawled in new ink exactly where it would be found. It described her alleged partnership with the outlaw wolves, which promised them a place in the DeVargas Pack.
Alessandra grinned as she placed a ripped piece of cloth beneath Isabella's bed, one that was smeared with the blood of a wounded DeVargas warrior. An ideal, damning hint.
She stepped back to admire her work and muttered, "Goodbye, dear Isabella."
Outside, a twig brok
