ALFRED POV

The evening was quiet after the long day. I sat in my study, checking the tournament results one last time. The numbers I saw was good and the pack was happy. Everything was perfect.

Too perfect.

Andre stood by the window, looking up at the dark sky. Marcus spread out on the sofa, biting his nails.

“She is still here,” Marcus suddenly said

I looked up. “Who?”

“Who else? That pretty snake, Wanni.” Marcus shook his head. “I saw her earlier today in the balcony with Hanni and Simone. She was smiling that fake smile of hers. It made my skin crawl.”

Andre turned to look at us....