"There's no way I'm gonna sit back and watch the bitch take it all away from me. It's bad enough that she's fucking my fiancée right now, locked away in his rooms."
"Well," Lydia pursed her lips. It was how I knew that she was thinking.
Whatever she was thinking about, it had to be good.
Lydia always had the best plans.
It was why I had come to her.
A few days ago, she was the one, who had instructed me to take to following Maeve around the pack house, ensuring to keep a close eye on her.
Listening to the luna's instructions had led me to discover that Maeve had been going through Ivan's shit, looking for something.
When I had told Lydia about it, she had easily discerned that the only thing of value Maeve could possibly be looking for was the black book.
It was a journal that comprised of all sorts of shady and incriminating things that the former alpha had done.
