OLIVIA
Dillon comes back home earlier than he's ever been.
"Hey, sweets," he says, walking over to the couch where I'm seated and kissing the top of my head. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah," I say, looking away from the TV and at him. "How was your day at work?"
He rests his bag on the table and sits on the couch next to me, "My day was productive."
"Tell me about it," I say and he clears his voice.
"The man I sent to the Crimson Eyes Pack as a spy came back today with very little information," he says. "He said the pack members have nothing against us except for a few individuals that have ulterior motives."
"Did he mention the few Individuals?" I ask, frowning.
Dillon shakes his head, "He did not mention, he doesn't know who they are. Somehow, I think there are no individual
