Dante stood inspecting the latest shipments of drugs in his main warehouse that masqueraded as a repair shop to regular eyes when a member ran to give him a phone,
"Beta Ajax said to pass this on to you boss," he said bowing low as he stretched out the phone to Dante. "Says it is update from the person at silver claw pack."
He took the phone and dismissed him, watching as images loaded one after the other on phone's screen.
Elisa, unaware, in different poses.
One photo: Elisa walking beside Cael's wolf, smiling at him.
Elisa. His Luna. Smiling. With him.
The last one made his vision blur and his hands tremble in rage.
Elisa bending to pick something from the floor, her hair shifted to the side, a bruise on her neck—faint, purplish, unmistakable.
A fucking hickey.
The message below the images:
We don't need to guess what went down.
