Lisa’s POV
“How’s he doing?” I asked, swirling the wine in my glass as I stared at the moonlight glinting through the curtains.
Ria’s voice came through the phone, steady but cautious. “He’s getting better, though slowly. His wounds are healing”
“Get him on his feet fast,” I said, my tone sharp.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine soon,” she replied. Then after a pause, “But why do you even want him alive? Isn’t he a huge threat to your pack?”
A smirk tugged at my lips. “Ria, I know that,” I said, leaning back against the couch. “That’s exactly why I need him. We both need each other.”
There was confusion in her silence. “Lisa,what are you planning?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I said, my smirk deepening. “Next time we meet, I’ll tell you everything.”
I ended the call before she could a
