The Pact
Alpha Thorne slammed the door behind him as he entered his office. He did not expect her to come to his pack all the way from hers.
"Doesn't she have business to attend to?" He thought.
Alpha Calista of the Crimson Dusk Pack stood tall in the center of the room. Her blood-red cloak flowed behind her like fire, her piercing dark eyes full of fury and pride. Two wolves flanked her, guards; but Thorne's attention quickly shifted to the third presence in the room.
A girl.
Young. Around Aria's age. Tall and graceful with sharp cheekbones, shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair, and dark purple eyes. She did not look scared. She looked… amused. Like she already knew she had power.
"Thorne," Calista said, her voice cold and clipped. "I am not here for pleasantries. I am here for business. I am here for what is mine."
He crossed his arms. "What is yours that is in my pack? I did not know we are playing that game again, Calista."
