Derek's POV:
I stand near the window of my office, staring out the dense forest beyond the pack's borders. The moon hangs low, it's sliver glow barely piercing through the thick canopy of trees. The weight of responsibility presses down on me like a phantom claw digging into my spine.
Darren should be back soon.
My thoughts drift back to Cyre. Her presence unsettles me. She's Sharona's sister, which makes her dangerous by default. And yet, something tells me she isn't here as an enemy. At least, not entirely.
Sharona have keep to the peace for years. But, I know so well that she is bidding her time. Waiting for a c***k in the wall that she can pounces on, behind her feign smile is an animosity I still can't decipher. She's like a predator, silently, and deviously watching her prey.
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