STRATEGIZING

"Enter," Sebastian called out, his deep voice echoing through the chamber like a resonant drumbeat, pissed already at the wrong timing of the intruder. He already had his suspicions. One day, he would teach his Beta to first seek his permission before invading his intimate time. As a married wolf, he should know better.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, admitting Scott and Becca. Their grim expressions were illuminated by the flickering candles, casting shadows on their faces that accentuated the determination in their eyes.

The scent of damp earth and autumn leaves wafted in with them, carried on the chill of the evening air. Scott's boots thudded against the stone floor, a solemn cadence. Becca's footsteps followed, her soft leather shoes making barely a sound. Her eyes found Ava, just getting up from Sebastian’s lap. Becca moved towards her and held her hands in hers. The two friends hugged, happy to see each other again. Questions were asked with the eyes and answered by nods an