Dorian’s POV
The night howled against the glass walls of the house carrying the faint scent of rain
A glass of whiskey in my hand as I sat in silence watching the last of the funeral fire burn low in the courtyard. The pack had long disappeared into their homes. She was probably the reason I couldn't find some sleep
Five years
Five f*****g years!!! How does she even think she can just walk back in here, drop polite smiles, leave my questions unanswered and just disappear again without even sparing me a second glance,
I downed the rest of my drink, the burn crawling to my throat but doing nothing to stop the unease inside of me
“Alpha?” A knock forced me back to reality
“What is it?” I snapped
“ Malik left with her.” Eric’s voice waltzed into the room as he walked in
“Okay
