Delilah lay back against the hospital pillows, one hand draped dramatically over her forehead, the other resting lightly on her flat stomach. The private suite was quiet. A little too quiet for her liking but she didn’t mind.
Silence was useful. Silence allowed plotting.
‘We did it,’ her inner wolf purred smugly, tail flicking in satisfaction. ‘Perfect execution. Tears, blood, timing. Even the little brat was there.’
Delilah smiled faintly.
‘Riana was supposed to take the fall,’ her wolf continued, ‘but honestly? The child works better. Who would suspect a grieving little girl?’
Delilah suppressed a laugh. ‘And now Wesley is gone. Presumed dead. The pack is unstable. His supporters are scrambling.’
‘Which means,’ her wolf added eagerly, ‘Miles Gray will be the next in l
