: The Blackmail
Serenye's POV
The rooftop was freezing. I stood in the shadows near the door, my breath misting in the cold night air, my heart hammering against my ribs. The city lights twinkled in the distance, peaceful and unaware of the storm brewing in my chest.
I'd come prepared for a fight. A knife was strapped to my thigh under my jeans, courtesy of Damian's training. My wolf, dormant as she'd been since the rejection, stirred slightly, sensing danger.
The clock on my phone read 11:58 PM.
Two minutes. I scanned the rooftop, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing. Just empty space, ventilation units, and the low wall surrounding the edge.
Maybe they wouldn't show. Maybe this was just another cruel prank, another way to torment me. Then I heard it. Footsteps. Soft and measur
