Author's pov.

Back at the rogue hunter's pack, Richard walked into the office, his hands tucked into his pants pocket, his steps light as a falling snow, the moonlight reflecting on his face causing his face to glister in the dark with the mixture of effects from his dripping wet hair.

Silas sat at the table as he watched him walk in, his face etched with a faint smirk, as he admired Richard's well-built body. His eyes slowly darted to his bare chest, he quickly flickered his eyes to another direction, taking in deep breaths.

“You wanted to see me” Silas bolted out as Richard walked past him to the...