Chapter Thirty-Five
Ana
I turned my head slowly, my body aching from the fall. I expected to see more of Desmond's guards coming to finish what he had started. Instead, I saw a tall, familiar figure standing in the doorway.
It was Derek.
I stared at him, my mind racing with questions. What was he doing here? How did he even get inside the pack house during a private party?
Derek did not come alone. A line of disciplined, well-armed guards moved in behind him. They moved with a level of precision that made Desmond’s men look disorganized. In seconds, they shifted into formation, surrounding Desmond’s guards and pointing their weapons with steady hands.
The room became very quiet, the music long forgotten.
Derek walked through the center of the room, ignoring the angry glares from the
