Bane POV
The whiskey burns going down, but not as much as the fury burning in my chest.
I watch from my study window as Penelope walks through the pack grounds with her entourage.
I don't need to be a genius to know that they are being visible deliberately.
She is going around stopping to talk with pack members and asking questions about how people are faring under my rule.
I know what she is doing and I have to applaud her for that.
She is building support and turning my own pack against me right under my nose.
It's a good move, after all, I did try to use it yesterday to kill her dream of taking over the pack.
With the pack members feeling her abandonment, they would not want her to succeed her father.
Now, it seems like she is beating me in my own game.
"Clever little b***h
