AUTHOR'S POV
The guard left Cynthia alone in the darkness, taking the silver shackles with him.
"Too easy," she murmured with a cruel smile while massaging her burning wrists. After promising him what the Crimson Fang pack could offer, the guard had instantly opened her cell door and let her out.
Now Cynthia moved through the dark den as quietly as possible, letting her wolf senses guide her through the corridors. Most pack members were asleep so the late hour was working in her favor. However, Cynthia didn't ask to be let out to escape.
She had unfinished business and standing in front of Jaxon's office door, a dark smile pulled on her lips.
So predictable.
She knew he was so devoted to his pack that he would be up so late.
Pausing outside the door, Cynthia quickly smoothed down
