STONEVALE PACK
The doors to Janet's chamber opened.
Darren stepped inside like he had already made his decision long before he got there.
The room was just as he had left it days ago—quiet, dim, the low fire still burning at the center like it had never gone out.
Janet didn’t acknowledge his presence.
She already knew he was going to come back.
A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she finally lifted her gaze to him, her eyes sharp with quiet amusement.
“You came back.”
Darren didn’t return the expression.
He stopped a few steps in, his posture rigid, controlled—but there was something different beneath it now. Less patience. Less tolerance.
“I want results,” he said.
No greeting.
Janet’s smirk didn’t fade.
“Do you?” she murmured.
Darren took another step forward, his gaze lock
