- *First Person’s Perspective* -
~Enise~
The sight of Laura made my blood boil. That woman had the audacity—the unmitigated gall—to walk back into this pack as if she owned it, acting like she was some paragon of grace and integrity. It sickened me to my core. My fists clenched involuntarily at my sides, and for a brief moment, the temptation to lash out at her was overwhelming. I wanted to hurt her. Badly. I wanted to make her feel every ounce of pain she had inflicted on me in the past.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
I forced myself to take a deep breath, carefully erasing the scorn and recognition from my face. I couldn’t afford to let my emotions get the better of me. If I reacted impulsively, it could blow my entire cover. Laura wasn’t worth that—not yet, anyway.
Instead, I plastered o
