The Dark Growlers Pack
"How much longer must I wait for real results, Corvin?"
Isolde's tone was sharp, each word a lash in the air.
Beta Corvin stood rigid before the large table carved with black wolves. His shoulders were tense, and he avoided looking directly at the young Dark Growlers lady.
"Forgive me, Miss. Our men are still monitoring Moonstrike's movements. There's no opening—"
"No opening?" Isolde snapped, voice rising. "Or are you too afraid to find one?"
Corvin bowed his head, swallowing a frustrated sigh he wouldn't dare voice.
From behind the leather-backed chair, Isolde rose slowly. Her obsidian evening gown rustled softly against the stone floor.
Outside the great window behind her, the moon hung half-full, suspended in a clouded, dark sky.
Its light did not dare p
