65. Ayr

Hours later, there is nothing more to work out. Just a grey stone floor, covered in chalk. Circles, crosses, swooping arrows. Angry crossings out. Papers scattered. Wet spatters where the occasional tear had fallen.

Cass is steel and fury on the outside. Inside she’s so fucking hurt. So easy to injure. I should know, I’ve been responsible for a chunk of that pain.

This is why I am ruthlessly determined to prove to her that this can work. Eventually, she nodded and whispered. “That’s it. That’s how we’ll do it.”

"You really need Dominic's head?"

"Yes I really fucking do," she answered archly.

Cass is right. She can't do everything alone. Not only does Elle have the Kallio guards, but she also has the Elders. They might be older, draped in stinking robes but they will defend their treacherous bitch of a Luna to the death.

The stone floor resembles a giant chess game. Anticipation of Elle’s actions, the movement of gossip and rumour across multiple packs. What we have seen in histor