Mrs. Hill felt a sudden, sharp pain in her chest, as if an invisible set of fangs had clamped down on her heart. She collapsed to the ground.
It was unknown how long the shadows stretched before she recovered. She crawled up, her hair disheveled and her fine clothes wrinkled—looking like a defeated wolf who had been dragged through the mud. She sat on the sofa, her gaze vacant, staring into a field of nothingness where her pride used to be. Then, she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar sequence.
After the call connected, Thea's voice came through, low and steady, vibrating with the calm power of a True Alpha.
"Do you need something from me?"
"Thea... let’s meet."
Thea hesitated, a predator weighing the value of a trap, before nodding faintly. "Okay."
The Coffee Shop.
When Thea
