Lance is sleeping beside Tamar, he tosses and turns in his sleep as he mutters incoherently. Tamar is sleeping peacefully beside him. He sits up abruptly; panting. He looks at the bedside clock, it’s just 3 am. He was troubled. He groans and looks at Tamar who was sleeping peacefully. “How can you sleep so peacefully?” he mumbles to himself. He gets up and shuffles to the window. He stares out the window into the dark abyss. He couldn’t really see far except for where the lights illuminated. He thought about what Albert told him. Would Tamar ever turn against him? She was extremely ambitious but would she be able to put on the brakes when it came to him? The plan had taken on a turn he never saw coming. This is not the life he planned for. He just wanted to be the Alpha and move the Pack
