As long as she could tear Anastasia and Elliot apart, Hayley didn't care what blood she had to spill or what lies she had to weave through the pack network. In her mind, bonds were fragile things—easily broken if pressed in the right place.
Just then, Erica's phone chimed.
She glanced at the message and smiled instantly. Come to my place tonight.
It was from Alex.
Without hesitation, she replied, Sure.
Their bond had already shifted into something more physical than strategic. Erica had long stopped pretending it was anything else—they had crossed that line of instinct and desire long ago.
When Erica finally left, Hayley remained alone in the silence of her room. The energy around her shifted, quieter now, more controlled. She moved to her desk and pulled out a single object—a watch.
It was the only relic she had ever obtained that carried Elliot's lingering aura.
A piece of him, frozen in metal and time.
