Alpha Ren
she questions, pacing across her small lounge room, looking along walls lined with bookshelves for something.
“I don’t know about a demon,” I tell her, rubbing the back of my neck. Chase is surely a problem, but a demon? I thought he was just a poor boy whose mind was connected with Ren’s with magic.
June pulls a book from her shelf. It’s thick, as she lays it down on her coffee table, motioning for me look.
I have no idea where this is going.