Hayley's mind was a dark swirl of schemes, like a wolf circling its prey in the shadows. She had to bribe someone from Bourgeois, find a way to isolate Anastasia from her mate and her pack, and most importantly snatch away the connection she held to her cub. Every move had to be calculated, precise, a strike in the silent rhythm of the pack.
Meanwhile, I buried myself in my work. The announcement of the jewelry competition results was approaching, and my instincts told me this was a chance not just for recognition, but for the pack's survival my son's future depended on it. Every coin I earned was a piece of territory, a measure of security I was staking for my little cub. I calculated, planned, and honed my focus. Winning the prize meant more than money; it meant power, protection, and the ability to shape a future that no predator could threaten.
