Sinister Storm
Bennett sat with practiced grace, while Sebastian Cross—his father, the current Alpha stepped forward and began to speak.
His voice was steady. A performance for the crowd. I caught only snippets of it, words like “legacy,” “leadership,” “unity.” All the things they needed to hear.
But I wasn’t listening to him.
I was scanning the crowd again, my gut twisting.in anticipation
I wasn’t paranoid,I was trained. And something wasn’t sitting right.
There, in the back.
I locked eyes with a man who didn’t flinch beneath my gaze.
Dominic Storm.
He had a rigid posture and controlled breathing.
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