Cecilia's POV
The deep burgundy wine swirled lazily in the crystal glass, its rich, enticing aroma hanging in the air. I stretched out on the velvet couch, my gaze drifting to the perfectly trimmed rose garden outside the window of the Bloodmoon Pack Manor. The sudden vibration of my phone broke the serene afternoon as the screen lit up on the polished redwood coffee table.
Setting the glass down, I picked up the phone. A single message appeared: "The trap is sprung."
I couldn't help but chuckle, "Good work!"
I had to admit, Ashley wasn't entirely clueless. Managing to track down fleeting clues and making it up to the "Iris Tavern" halfway up the mountain within just forty-eight hours? That took some skill. The way she commanded the Alpha's private guards with such precision—
