E M I L Y
I tiptoed skillfully, my feet barely making a sound on the grass, my senses heightened and my body coiled like a skilled assassin.
There he was. The Alpha. Standing alone by a tall oak tree, his back turned to me. A perfect target.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead.
I crept closer, my movements fluid and graceful, the knife clenched in my hand.
"You're almost there, Emily," the voice said, encouraging and supportive. "You can do this."
"Yes, I can," I said, my voice a mere whisper.
I could see the Alpha's shadow, a large silhouette against the night sky, his broad shoulders and strong arms unmistakable.
"You're almost there," the voice urged.
I inched closer, the knife held firmly in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest.
I could smell his scent
