ARES’ POV
I stood by the balcony rails of my penthouse, high above the Crescent Moon Pack territory that sat hidden in the hills above Los Angeles. From here, I could see the stretch of land we ruled....kids racing around the training fields, warriors sparring in the distance, patrol wolves jogging their usual rounds. At first glance, everything looked peaceful. Serene.
But it was a lie. It took a lot to make it look like that.
The unease in my chest told me otherwise.
I brought the cigarette to my lips, inhaled deeply, and let the smoke drift into the cool air. I never liked smoking, hell, I hated the habit. But recently, it's been the only thing that made the weight on my chest feel a little lighter. As if the smoke could carry away the thoughts clawing at my head.
They want to draw
