GREY
The rain lashed against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that matched the thrum of my thoughts. The glass of bourbon in my hand sloshed as I swirled it absentmindedly, staring out at the darkened woods surrounding the Pack House. Memories flitted through my mind like ghosts—each one a reminder of the choices I had made and the threads of deception I’d so carefully spun
Playing with people’s minds has always been something I enjoyed. Leaving things to fate was a risk I couldn't afford. The thing I wanted could be snatched from me in a blink of an eye and I could not let that happen. I always had to be in control or life would control me. That was until I met her.
The first time I met her—my mate—I knew fate had played a cruel joke. She was kind, delicate, everything I wasn’t.
