The Alpha’s Shadow Luna
Trenton's mouth snapped shut, but the fury in his eyes was volcanic.
Darien looked between the two men. I could see him processing, reading the situation the way he read a battlefield, mapping the terrain before making a move.
“Bring Tiana in,” Darien said to Cain.
She was younger than I expected.
Tiana walked into the room with her head slightly bowed and her hands clasped in front of her. She was pretty, with warm brown skin and dark hair braided over one shoulder, but the confidence that should have lived in the way she carried herself was missing. Her shoulders were curved inward, her eyes downcast. She looked like a woman who'd spent a long time making herself small.