AYLA
Step one: Find the weakness.
I knew the plan. I’d done it a thousand times—since I was old enough to realize the world gave you nothing unless you took it yourself. Pretty girls with ambition always had to work twice as hard to carve their place. And I always carved deep.
Shade wasn’t just a crush. He was mine. He had always been mine. Even when he left. Even when he ignored my messages. Even now, with his arm brushing against her. That wide-eyed, tragic mess of a girl.
She’s nothing.
But Shade had looked at her like she was everything.
That wasn't going to work for me.
She had to have a weakness. A tragic little sob story, probably. I’d start with her past. Where was her pack? Her family? Her mate?
“I need to find her mate,” I muttered under my breath, pacing my room, eyes sh
