ZAYNA

I walked in, my heels clicking against the marble floors, the night air did little to calm me down.

My thoughts churned with frustration and confusion. Father had given me a call on my way back and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

What surprised me most, was the audacity.

"You called," I said.

I met him at the balcony, his fingers gripping a wine flute and he didn't turned when I walked in.

"How is everything at the pack house?"he asked his voice, low and intense and it seems like the question had plunged him in the chest .

I knew he wasn't asking because he...