Allison dumbly stared at him, waiting for the Reaper to clarify himself. Why would she recognise him if they met for the first time? Did he lose his mind? His old age must be catching up to him, the hunter thought to herself snakily. The Alpha folded his hands together, eagerly looking for an answer while she didn't bother to meet his eyes.
The hunter reckoned a part of her knew from the start that this was going to happen and had already come to terms with the fact. Allison felt eerily calm, sitting in front of the Alpha.
As the silence stretched between them, the hunter pushed herself into one of the couches tightly, legs so stiff they barely folded at the knees, hands going to the armrests instantly, fingers digging into soft leather to release some of the tension that's starting to
