Season Two: Chapter Six

Ares.

I couldn’t help glancing at Alora the whole night, her red hair was sprawled all over my pillows and her eyes closed, with long black eye lashes resting against her soft round cheek.

Isabel had left a few minutes ago and it was no surprise that Alora hadn’t even woken up while she cleaned her wounds and wrapped her injured ankle with a bandage. She had also taken time to clean off the dirt on her face and most thankfully, she hadn’t sustained any broken ribs.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I rested against my chair, shutting down the laptop that had the report from my office. There had been more attacks in the buildings and many of them hadn’t been disclosed to the media yet.

There was a mole in the pack, someone was feeding Jax information. And he was using it to stay ahead of me and no matter how many times I tried to match up to the bastard, it was like he was one step further, he knew my moves.

I frowned, it was mostly because had the backing of the elder. A lo