VERA'S POV
She is too alert. Even injured, she is still too sharp.
I am not stupid. I know better than to underestimate a wolf like this, even if she is limping and covered in half-healed bruises. But tonight... tonight has to be it. I've stalled too long. Lucas is getting twitchy. If I wait any longer, I lose my edge.
I knock gently on the door, soft enough not to rouse suspicion. "Hunter?"
A grunt. Probably sitting on the edge of the bed, like she always does. Always thinking. Watching. But I know the truth now. I'm not here for Hunter.
"It's Vera," I say through the c***k. "Came to check on your stitches."
Another pause. Then, the door creaks open just an inch, and she steps back without a word.
Good. That means the distrust is still there, but not loud enough to
