Alara
I paced the length of the packhouse living room, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I tried to calm the surge of adrenaline coursing through me. Everything was supposed to be perfect by now. Kaelen should have been dead. I’d even rehearsed the part of the grieving widow over and over in my mind, ready to play my role flawlessly. A tear here, a sob there, all while I quietly secured my power within the pack. Once he was gone, no one could stand in my way.
But where was the confirmation? Where was Vittorio?
I threw a glance at the clock on the wall. Time was slipping by, and still no word. My heart hammered, and I couldn’t stop the anxious energy that had my feet moving. He should have contacted me by now. He should have—
The sound of the door creaking open brought my m
