With a raised shoulder and swollen ego, Dylan strolled into the study. Never has he felt so good about putting someone in their place before. He could sense the uncertainty dancing in Mona's eyes the moment he bad-mouthed Mark.
He is probably against happiness; since he takes sheer joy in being a bully. It surprised Dylan that Foden didn't acknowledge him as he walked in. His nose was buried in what appeared to be a letter.
"Are your lovers sending in some good notes now? Why do you look so serious?" He asked, sitting in his chair.
Foden looked up with his face scrunched up in worry. "Something is wrong."
Seeing Foden's face, Dylan's countenance changed, and he sat upright in his chair. "Is it concerning the pack?"
Foden nodded in affirmation; he wasn't certain how to brea
