EYES still on the screen of the mobile phone, Monette’s hands turned into fists.
Jane was in the kitchen at the diner. She was pulling out a tray when she forget the mitten in one hand.
She sighed before picking up a folder on top of the table.
She glanced at the phone every once in a while as she opened the folder. It was the full report on the alpha that has been targeting her.
This is no longer about the rejection she gave him. Rather this was about his failure to kill Monette. Not just once but twice in a row. This is about his ego.
For the past two weeks, they caught two spies from the pack in two separate instances. She sent the spies back to the alpha. Both are alive but unconscious. The men had no idea how he was caught.
The additional security that Twain made in the terri
