I couldn’t help it.
My eyes had refused to leave her even though she was in the midst of the crowd gathered before me at the riverbanks.
She had just woken, after a few days of sleeping and healing from her wound, and I could tell she woke with a smile. I could see it etched on her face.
But she rejected you. You shouldn’t be the weak vessel here, admiring her and putting her in control of you: a thought uttered, but I shook off the thought and continued with my words.
“We don’t hunt like a divided house. We hunt in unity, but you see, our home is divided by those who pledged loyalty to the late Dante, the alpha who plundered his pack with greed and impunity.” I said and looked at everyone, but stopped at her.
She seemed to know I was looking at her, so, she kept turning away to evade
