(Zayden)
Serena was waiting in my office when I got back from the border.
She was sitting in my chair. My chair. With my papers spread out in front of her like she owned them.
She did not stand when I came in.
“Close the door,” she said.
I closed it. “What are you doing in here.”
“Working,” Serena said. “Someone has to. You have been gone for days.”
I set my jacket down. “I was handling pack business.”
“Were you,” Serena said. She pushed a piece of paper across the desk. “Because I heard you were at Crescent Moon’s border. Again.”
I did not pick up the paper. “Who told you that.”
“Does it matter,” Serena said. She stood up. She was wearing red. She always wore red when she wanted to be noticed. “What matters is that you are chasing a Thorn while my pack is falling apart.”
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