NORA
I sat in my dimly lit living room, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. It had been two weeks since I had taken Mark’s life. The town was still buzzing with his death, murmurs of shock and speculation echoing through the streets. But I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of that. My thoughts were consumed by the next targets on my list: Ian and Glen.
Ian and Glen lived together and near the pack house, making my task more complicated, but that did not deter me, or scare me. All I needed to do was devise a plan that would be carried out with ease. I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, as I allowed my mind to wander into the twisted realm of strategy.
I pondered their routines, and their weaknesses, searching for a crack in their armor. Perhaps they had habits th
