HER TWO MATES

I strap two daggers over my fitted leather pant. The material is soft, allowing me to move freely. With weapons in place, I shrug on my leather jacket, the length covering up the bulge of the gun at my side.

The setting sun is visible in the mirror, casting an orange hue over the room in the few remaining moments of golden hour. The last moments of daylight dwindle away, reminding me of what we’re about to face. My eyes focus into a look of determination as I mentally prepare myself for the night ahead and smooth back a few flyaway hairs. Despite the preparations we’ve made during the hours following the meeting, I still can’t shake the creeping sensation of dread curling in my stomach. Nick texted me the details for tonight after hearing from the slith sloth leader. We’ll both be bringing a team of thirty wolves inside the compound and to guard the meeting venue. Shane and I went over the members of the team he had assembled, ensuring he trusted each one of them. None of them were gi