The Bait
The courtyard of the Blood Moon Pack was bathed in cold moonlight, and the air crackled with tension. Warriors lined the edges of the training grounds, watching in uneasy silence as Derrick stood before them, every inch the Alpha king — broad, menacing, and radiating fury barely contained.
In the center of the yard, on his knees, was Louis.
His face was bruised, blood streaking down his temple, his wrists bound behind him with chains laced in wolfsbane. Each breath came ragged, every inhale a battle.
Mona stood beside Derrick, her expression calm, composed — almost serene. But inside, her thoughts were wildfire. This was the first move of their game, and she intended to savor every moment.
Derrick’s voice carried through the courtyard like a blade.
“This traitor aided the on
