ATLAS
"I have another letter from Black Moon pack," Elias murmured as he stepped into my office.
I leaned against the window, staring at the winter rose as I took another drag of my cigar.
Elias continued as I said nothing.
"It's just pointless at this point." He murmured. "It's another letter asking about Aria."
"Will your cousin give it a rest? He should be concerned about his mate, who's been ill for a while now. Yet, he wants someone else? What's the deal between him and Aria anyway?"
I didn't know either. Aria said nothing to me. She had been overly secretive. But that wasn't even my problem now. I didn't care about his rant, and, like the other letters he had sent, this would go into the trash.
