- First Person’s Perspective -
~ Enise’s POV ~
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my reflection in the large mirror hanging above the vanity. My fingers lightly grazed the tender bruise on my neck where Marcus’s claws had dug in. The purplish mark served as a harsh reminder of how real things had gotten.
Before embarking on this plan, I had known it wouldn’t be easy. But now? Now it was more than a plan. It was a war. Messy, chaotic, and possibly bloody if I wasn’t careful.
A sigh slipped from my lips as I rested my head in my hands. I wasn’t one to second-guess myself, but at this moment, the weight of everything threatened to crush me.
A soft knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Ma’am Denise?” Sarah’s head poked in, her voice tentative. “The Alpha wants to see you.”
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