T R I C I A
I could smell her fear. Her anxiety. It was delicious, filling the cell like a rich perfume. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot, the concrete floor cold and unforgiving beneath my bare feet, and breathed it in. It was a heady, intoxicating sensation, knowing that I had the power to cause such a visceral reaction.
Hailey and Dominic had thought they were being so careful, so clever. Hiding their little secret from the rest of the pack. But they had underestimated me.
They had always underestimated me.
My mother had warned me not to get caught. To be subtle, to be smart. But there was no fun in that. There was no satisfaction in winning through subterfuge and manipulation.
I wanted them to know that it was me. That it was always me. But without proof, of course. I would pla
