Elizabeth’s POV
“Why are you here?” My gaze was ice-cold towards a woman sitting in my office, sipping a drink she had poured herself.
She turned her head toward me and smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes. She was hiding something; the thought crossed my mind. She looked kind of young, but the small lines around her eyes told me otherwise. Her long red hair flowed around her shoulders, and she had those small, penetrating green eyes that seemed to miss nothing. She reminded me of somebody, but I wasn’t sure whom.
“Are you going to answer me?” I had crossed my arms and was lying against my office table, watching her intensely.
How the hell did she manage to enter the pack undetected?
James had informed me that I had a visitor waiting in my office. I shook it off, but he insisted
