The detective smirked, his lips twisting like a predator savoring blood before the kill. He closed the door with a slow, deliberate click, locking it behind him. His eyes narrowed at the chamber, shadows dancing like conspirators on the stone walls.
“Just like I expected,” he muttered, his voice dripping with venom, “Alpha Logan won’t live long. He’s already rotting from the inside. Dying slowly.”
The cruel satisfaction in his words tasted like poison left to ferment. He turned, ready to slip away unnoticed, when a voice shattered the silence.
“You’re no longer needed here.”
The detective’s entire body stiffened. His gaze snapped downward, and there she was...Aurora. Her presence burned into him like fire under the skin, her voice carrying an authority that didn’t belong to a fragile f
