“I think it’s time we make our move,” Marie Ortega said, her word is like a blade being drawn slowly from its sheath.
She walked to the living room with careful steps and eyes locked on her nephew. Stella Ortega lay lazily on the sofa, one arm draped over the edge, her eyes fixed on the ticking clock on the wall.
The sound seemed louder than usual.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Stella wasn’t just watching the time to pass. She was waiting for news, to get the opportunity, and gained power.
“The old Alpha of the White Stone Pack is dead,” Stella said at last, her tone smooth but edged of it, is ambition.
She turned to her Aunt Marie.
“Richard will take his place. I’m still thinking of how to convince the council that we should marry as soon as possible.”
A faint smile curved Marie’s lips. She
