The Pack's Rebels
Havermouth, Present Time
Aislen searched her own eyes as she brushed her teeth. Holy f-k, she thought. She’d taken control of an entire roomful of werewolves and taken over a bunker. She spat into the sink. “Holy f-k,” she repeated aloud. “What the f-k are you doing, Aislen?” She asked her reflection.
She was still shaking her head and muttering to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom and found Talen waiting for her, sitting casually at the table, his elbow and forearm resting on the wood, and his eyes on her.