Darren not only needed to sleep, he wanted to sleep. He was exhausted. His body was sore from the fight with Enzo. His mind was racing after his conversation with Aden. Or maybe that had been a fight, too. He kept hearing the disgust in Aden’s voice when he said your kind, and he kept seeing the twisted scar on Aden’s arm when he closed his eyes, and his mind kept turning over the problem of Oliver. A wolf he had never met, yet one that was quickly becoming his worst enemy.
Darren knew how to bring down wolves. Sometimes, it wasn’t easy. Sometimes, it was ridiculously difficult. Sometimes, he had to concoct elaborate plans and execute each minute detail perfectly, with nothing but faith in his own ability. This problem was no different. This wolf would be no different. And finally, just a
