"Do you think they'll come after us?" Aria's piercing, unsure voice broke the stillness.
With a chilly grin twisting his lips, Victor reclined in the leather chair. Aria, they don't have to follow us. They must adhere to the vision that I will convince them to be their own.
In order to avoid drawing attention to myself, I watched from the room's shadows. Long shadows were created by the fireplace's faint glow, which danced across Victor's face, emphasizing the angular angles of his cheekbones and the calculating sparkle in his eyes.
Aria paused, her hands clutching the table's edge as if to steady herself. "You're not getting it. Not only is the pack devoted to Rogan, they have faith in him. He serves as their cornerstone.
Victor's eyes clouded, but his smile remained unwavering. "My d
