The parking lot was lit with cold blue lights, sleek luxury cars parked like gleaming predators under the dark sky.
The air smelled of asphalt, rich cologne, and the ever-familiar tinge of danger.
The Guardian Pack’s private black SUV hissed to a stop, its door opening with a soft click. Alpha Logan stepped out first, suit tailored to perfection, black-on-black, his signature silver mask glinting under the moonlight.
He walked around the car and opened the passenger door like a dark knight from some twisted fairytale.
Maya was there, her purple dress flowing like midnight fog around her thighs. Her legs were still too weak to walk; she'd barely gotten off those bandages two days ago. But tonight? She had to show up.
“Let her be… she got what she wanted nevertheless,” she muttered,
