Chapter Forty Five

Harlow's Pov

I stood outside the window, observing the shadows I saw in the darkness.

That person actually came out of the pack house, but what I don't know is who the person could be.

Blair?

No, that definition can't be Blair.

Who on earth could it be?

“What's wrong?” I heard the voices of Marc and I swerved around to face him.

“Nothing.” I replied as I simply did not want him to stress over anything.

“Don't tell me anything when you're so engrossed in what you're seeing.” He brushed my neck with his lips and kissed me slightly.

That alone sent shivers down my spine.

“Whatever you see outside, you don't have to bother about me, as I have everything under control.” Marc knows about the people in the woods by this time of the day, so technically he knows the person who left the pack house.

“Do we have a mole In the pack?” That was the only thought that came to my head, aside from what else.

“Yes, who does have a mole?” He responded, and his face turned dark.

“Who is it?” I asked him d