Kirk's POV
The dim, smoky atmosphere of The Green Dragon was my usual refuge, a haven of shadows and hushed conversations. Peter sat across from me, his usual smirk playing on his lips, a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety twisting in my gut. Riley. She knew. She knew about the club, about the drug, about my pathetic attempt to manipulate her wolf. The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was a chilling realization, a threat I hadn't anticipated.
"She's onto me, Peter," I said, my voice low, laced with a frustration that bordered on panic. "She knows about the club. She knows what I did."
Peter leaned back, taking a slow sip from his drink. His nonchalant demeanor was infuriating, yet strangely reassuring. He always had a plan, a solution to every problem. He was the archite
