Opal sat in the passenger seat of her dad's black SUV, her fingers drumming impatiently on her thigh. The sun was just beginning to set, casting shades of gold and pink across the sky. The meeting had ended over fifteen minutes ago, and Alpha Griffin was still inside talking to... whoever.
She let out a heavy sigh, glancing at the pack house's front door. What is taking him so long? She leaned back, her eyes drifting to the fading sunlight, her thoughts swirling. Kael... The way he'd looked at her, his blue eyes soft and warm... the way his voice had dropped, low and sincere... the way he'd made her feel seen.
Opal's chest tightened, her cheeks flushing. Stop thinking about him... focus on the mission... focus on training... focus on anything but him.
Finally, the front door swung open, and Alpha Griffin strode out, his shoulders squared, his silver eyes thoughtful. He moved quickly, his posture rigid, his face blank. That's... odd...
